It's Gettin' Severe Up In Hare

"Gentlemen, start your engines and may the best woman win!"

I recently discovered RuPaul's Drag Race, also known as my new reason to not kill myself this month.  It is the shit.  It took me about a week of treadmill running while playing, work-time headphone office viewing and some lonely Saturday nights in front of my computer, but I've FINALLY caught up from Season 1 to the final three queens ready to battle for the crown in the soon to be finale of Season 3.  Shit is fierce you guys.  If you aren't familiar, it's a reality competition show hosted by infamous pretty lady-faced drag elder RuPaul in which drag queens from all over the country compete in dancing, lip-synching, gown-making, nude portrait taking, crazy-ass challenges.

One day the queens have to make dresses out of wigs.  One day they might have to sell coupons for cherry pie on the street.  One day they might have to participate in a fake game show as a celebrity impression of their choice.  The crazy shit is endless.  Most importantly, for the bitches that don't bring it, in order to save themselves from being sent home, they have to "lip sync...for their life."  This show is genius.  It's Project Runway, American Idol and America's Next Top Model rolled into one glittery dick-tucked amaze ball.  Not only do I LOVE the fuck out of this show, it has inspired me creatively, metaphorically and fashion-wise so I decided to cut my hair weird.  That's right.  You better WORK!