Hedda Dishes Drag Race :: Ciao, ladies!
Hello gentle Americans. Part of being a good journalist is being objective. Thank God I am not a journalist!
This week's episode of "RuPaul's Drag Race" was one of the worst pieces of reality TV I have seen in a long time. Even the short-lived "Temptation Island," where infidelity on a remote tropical local was condoned, was more entertaining. Granted, it gave me a tropical disease from watching it, which was easily cured with a simple shot of Penicillin. Wet brain on the other hand is not curable. Part of my mind has been mushed into a not-so-fine pate after watching "Drag Race," episode #12.
All three contestants - Sharon Needles, Phi Phi O'Hara and Chad Michaels - should have been eliminated by the show's end. I will go one step further: line the bitches up and shoot them! Nothing says you're fired, like a firing squad.
Each contestant proved to me once again, that drag might be dead. Bad lip-synching to a bad RuPaul song, bad fashions, bad script and watching RuPaul act as Dr. Phil, dolling out advice with not an ounce of irony, was enough to make me want to turn in my wig and heels and take up air conditioning and refrigeration repair. (Surely some of you are saying, "Good riddance Hedda." And to you I say, "Eat my tranny nut clusters bitches!")