
Which would make either a great or a horrible t-shirt, depending on what font they use.

Gather 'round, girls! Wig assessments!

We thought it was cute how Ru reacted to Tyra's laser focus on Beyonce. Yeah, she needs to get more of a cultural education but who better than Ru could understand a 21 year old queen's obsession with the current fabulous black diva on the stage? Still, it was kind of a lame wig.

Ru nailed it when she dubbed it "Rocker Mom." We were leaning more toward "that one rough-looking girl that works at every bank," but that might just be a Philly thing.

It's not bad. At least she went there. We would have assumed a more polished Britney-esque take, but she managed a sort of authentic look.
Oh, honey. Sahara really is a sweet thing, but the longer she's in the game, the more her limitations are revealed. This is like something the troubled "punk rock" teen character would wear on an episode of Murder She Wrote. Bless her heart.
Jessica Wild is old-school fabulous. It really took us a while to get what was keeping her in the competition, but she's a tough, game girl and she brings an old-fashioned point blank glam that Ru can't help but respond to. Jem and the Holograms? Perfection.

It was a mess, but she saved it with a quip when she said her problems started the minute she got the wig. Once again, that's the kind of "old fashioned show biz broad" stuff that Ru loves.

We're not sure who we would have given the win to, but Ru chose Pandora's, which surprised us. Then again, next to Jessica's, Pandora's was the most "drag." The others were going for a realness that presumably Ru wasn't looking for. Besides, this has a campy Kate Pierson quality to it that, once again, given Ru's career and background, he can't help but respond to.
Hey, why haven't Kate Pierson or Fred Schneider been on this show yet, come to think of it?
Hey, why haven't Kate Pierson or Fred Schneider been on this show yet, come to think of it?

In fact, we really liked this challenge, forcing them to sing. At first we were thinking we were going to be sitting through nothing but cringe-inducing scenarios, but it really did become about learning to step outside yourself as a performer. And besides, the whole competition is based on the career of RuPaul who, hello? Has put out how many CDs? The girls should have seen this one coming.

Who do you think was moister sitting on that judging panel with him, Merle or Santino?
Okay, all rocker chicks to the stage, please!













Let's break this down: Beyonce, singing in a deep monotone as if she was overdosing on Prozac and male hormones, twirling around and breathlessly attempting to finish a song as if her life was in danger.
If that doesn't say Emmy...darlings, what does?




[Screencaps: projectrungay.blogspot.com]
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