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Thursday, April 26, 2007

LUPE!

She's back, y'all! Back and better than ever!



And really, REALLY drunk.

But first:

A Moment. With Tom & Lorenzo.

Can we just take this time to say that we really HATE the reunion episodes? Oh sure, back before we became the internationally reknowned Bravo reality show bloggers extraordinaire you've all come to know and possibly love, we LOVED them. But when you have to write about them? Nada. We've been staring at a blank screen for HOURS now, trying to come up with jokes. The problem? The reunion episode already IS a joke. It's an hour when the show makes fun of itself - and usually does a damn good job of it.

Look at Lupe, for instance. Last night, we had a whole post planned about making fun of her drunken rant, but really, what could we possibly add to that? It was comedy GOLD the second she opened her mouth.


It didn't help that S2's reunion was the dullest of all of them. At least in S1 you had Vanessa's drunken rage and the dogpile on Wendy to save her soul. In S3, you had Vincent's insanity plus the deliciously high-school moment between Angela and Jeffrey. Granted, almost everyone in the cast was pregnant, so there was less drunkenness, but somehow the personality clashes and manufactured drama made for fun blogging.

With this one, all you got was Lupe-ness and everyone else whining about how mean Santino was. El Yawno Grande.

But kittens, we are COMMITTED (or we should be), so let's see what we can do, shall we?


"Mmmmarla has her aesthetic and nobody can dulpi-- duplita-- No one can copy it. I have my aesthetic and no one can duplicitate it either because my aesthetic is unduplicitativable. See? Because like Mmmmmarla is wearing something that makes her look like she was attacked by a shark and I look like a nun on her day off? See? Un-dup-lic-it-a-tiv-able-ness."

"Holy shit on a stick, girl."


"Also, because Johnny Cash and because nobody would never know unless they personally respond to me would know what my personal response is because they have not personally responded to me, and sometimes the moon makes me cry and sometimes I laugh so hard I get a little wet spot and Arion? On national television? If you're looking for a hot time with a crazy chick, call me, because you fucking ROCK.*"


"HAHAHA! You all think I'm bad? That bitch is crazy!"

*Play at home! Guess which parts of Lupe's rant were made up and guess which parts she actually said! Fun for the whole family!



[Screencaps: projectrungay.blogspot.com]



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Kiddie Night


GAY FRODO?!?!

NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!


LACEY?!?!

Oh.

Well, the judges were clear last night: no kids at the grownups table. And TWO eliminations! Black is white! Up is down! Nothing makes sense anymore. We may need a couple days to recuperate from the drama.

Actually, we loved the double elimination. Anything that shakes up the format is a good thing (Top Design producers, pay attention). But before we get into that...


SHE'S 61 YEARS OLD, PEOPLE.

Of course she's had work done (notice that they NEVER show her in a closeup) but STILL. Compare her to the other Angels, who all look like burn victims in a wind tunnel at this point. She is literally old enough to be the mother of almost everyone on the show. Kelly Garrett, we bow down to your superior genes, as well as your superior surgeon.

We can guarantee that Sally's obnoxious t-shirt cost at least 150 bucks when you could get the exact same effect by rooting through the bins at Goodwill and picking up some Puffy Paint at an art supply store.

But enough about that. Let's talk about EVANGELIN.

That is one petrified wig stand. Everyone kept saying "I would RUN if she brought those things near my head." True, but we would probably run because she's wearing that hat.

When it looked like she was going to be eliminated in the shag challenge, we both perked up in our seats. "She's gonna cry!" "Hold it in, girl! You can do it!" "Fuck THAT. Let it out, Honey! Let's see those waterworks!"

But (thankfully) she was kept in the game and she was surprisingly low-key about the whole thing.


"I'm just gonna take a little more off...riiiight there, right where your jugular is. Doooon't mooooove...there!

So! How you doing? Isn't this fun? Oh, honey! Don't cry! I know it's exciting but you -- OHMIGOD! Did you just wet your pants?"


We can't tell, but it looks like she still might have her earlobes. Also, she looks medicated, which would explain why she didn't run out screaming.

All credit where it's due, she really did an incredible job considering the tool she used. Everyone rolled their eyes and laughed at her for picking the garden shears but WHO'S LAUGHING NOW, BITCHES?


Actually, she's crying now, but they are TEARS OF JOY. HAIR JOY. So congratulations, doll! Every time we see your name we want to shout out "I'd like to solve the puzzle, Pat!" but you did good last night.

Then there was Frodo.

Oh Theodore. Did you learn nothing last week when you spent too much time yakking about color when you should have been working? Honestly, we can't speak to his talent, simply because there were so few opportunities for him to display it, but we have to say he was cut last night more for maturity issues than talent issues. There was just a little too much "I'm gonna show everyone how fabulous and carefree I am!" and not enough "I need to shut up and do the work."


'Cuz honey? That is ASS. Seriously, what are they doing to these wig stands to prevent them from freaking out?

Ah well. We were seriously bummed to see him go. He's adorable, he's entertaining, and we think he had it in him to do some good work in the competition. But kudos to him for his fabulous exit. He made his gay uncles proud as he sashayed outta there, head held high. Darlings, if you remember nothing else, always remember the credo of fabufags everywhere: "I am FIERCE and I am FABULOUS and I NEVER let them see me cry!"


Three snaps up, girl!

More hair high jinks tomorrow!

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

You Got Your Books, Darlings!

Darlings, we are OVERWHELMED! By 12:15 yesterday, we had received over 80 responses to our "I Want My Book, Darlings!" contest. By the end of the day, we had received well over a hundred responses and because so many people sent us their mailing addresses in the hopes they'd win, we were stunned and thrilled to note that our fabulous readers hail from far and wide. From Texas to Connecticut, not to mention Georgia, Oregon, Massachusetts, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, West Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Oklahoma, Tennessee, New York, Florida, California and so on. Our readers are coast-to-coast fabulous!

We sincerely wish we could send books to everyone who responded, but unfortunately, we can only pick five. So without further ado, the winners are:


Christina F. @ 12 p.m.


CTan01 @ 12 p.m.


Laura A. @ 12 p.m.


Kate A. @ 12 p.m.


Nancy H. @ 12 p.m.

We'll be emailing today to confirm, Ladies. The books will go out today or tomorrow. Congrats!

BONUS:
Some of you crazy bitches actually wrote Pine-Sol jingles! We simply CAN'T let such unfettered creativity rot in our inbox, so let your little light shine, kittens! Enjoy!

"While women my age are cleaning church benches
I have sold my soul two lovely wenches
No praying for me or wringing my hands
I follow my gay boys into joyful lands.

So keep the PineSol for a holy place
I'll use Tim Gunn to give me some grace"
- Laura A.

"Lemony-fresh Pine-Sol is so great,
Washing floors you’ll cease to hate.
Power Crystals bust dirt so mean;
Scrub your floors, enjoy the sheen!"
- Cindy

"Pine-Sol, it makes my floors so clean,
Those crystals, they make my life lemony serene,
Use Pine-Sol, and slide in socks y'all,
So get some Pine-Sol; have a ball y'all, today!"
- Debbie

"Pine Sol lemon with power crystals are the best!
Pine Sol lemon with power crystals are above the rest!
I would write even more
If I win the book from the fabulous PR Gay Boys who I wish lived next door."
-Michelle

You ladies are FABULOUS! If you sent us a jingle and we haven't posted it, it's because we screwed up, NOT because we didn't think it was good enough. We're sluts! We have NO standards! Re-send it and we'll post it here. Loveya!

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Driving Miss Daisy Crazy

Miss Daisy! Doll, we know you had a shitty time this week but HONEY? We LOVED it! Delicious tension as chatty bubbly hair stylist tries to be diplomatic with her bitch of a wig stand!


"Okay, like, I know you really, really want to look like Christina Aguilera - and that's totally great? I'm totally behind you on that? But you should really, really think about whether or not you want to commit? To that look? I mean, I'm not saying that you totally look like Patty Hearst or anything, but Christina Aguilera? I mean come ON. TWO HOURS here, y'know? Not that I don't want to do it because I totally said I would; I'm just saying, y'know? Maybe next week you'll have an audition or something and you walk in the door all Christina Aguilera-looking and they're all like 'Oh shit, we can't afford Christina Aguilera to like, play the secretary?' and you'll like try to tell them you're not Christina Aguilera but you would look EXACTLY LIKE HER and they wouldn't believe you?"


"Whatever. I said that's what I want and that's what I'm not paying you for, so bring it. Are you saying you can't do it?"


"No, of course not. Are you kidding me? Me, personally, I would probably want to go with something a little more appropria-- a little more possib-- a little more subdued. Hey! How about you let me make you look like Patty Hearst - I can put you in a little beret and everything - and then AFTER, we can go out and I'll buy you some really pretty clothes that Christina Aguilera would probably wear if she wore your size. Wouldn't that be great? Why don't we do that, hunh?"


THANK GOD she had people to understand her and hug her after this difficult, hellish, potentially life-changing experience. Her fellow stylists understood. Stylists always understand.


"That whore's like, crazy, I'm telling you. Bitch thinks I'm a plastic fucking surgeon or something. And I'm totally trying to explain to her that she's kind of horsey looking and she wouldn't fucking listen so I'm like squirting all kinds of shit on her head and finally I just got desperate and started making her up like she was a bridesmaid and I just want to die. OhmiGOD."


"You have every reason to cry."


"Snff. Honey, I love you, but you say that about everything."


"Fuck the beret. Gimme the gun. I'm gonna fucking kill that bitch."


SPECIAL BONUS FEATURE: Our Christmas List:

This, airbrushed on a t-shirt, in a heart shape, with glittery script that spells out "DRAMA QUEENS," sizes M & L.


It's not that we have anything new to say about her, but God we love her. We have all our fingers crossed waiting for the Mother of All Meltdowns. If it doesn't happen, we will be bereft and inconsolable.


Pinch dose widdle cheeks! On the other hand, her can-do, little-engine-that-could act, while annoying, is genuine. We hope our little under-voweled Italian can handle the strain by entertainingly melting down and not in some awkward, mascara-streaked, kitchen-knife-grasping showdown.

Hmmm. On second thought...

OTHER SPECIAL BONUS FEATURE: Previews, Angels!

Even though "Sally's Shag" sounds like something they showed at your father's bachelor party, it is in fact, the name of the preview you can find here.



And in the preview you can find here, it's all "What if Your Stylist Was a Serial Killer?"

One of these designers slept on a Sealy Posture-pedic last night.





Damn, girl. What happened to you this week?


It's not just that Chloe derailed this week, it's that she was supremely, obliviously confident in the face of a really ugly, poorly made dress - and that's not really like her.


Tim was dead-on in his concerns about giving Grace "a big fat ass," something that's near-impossible to do, yet Chloe pulled it off.


Chloe has a thing for unusually placed seams, but this just isn't working for us. First off, the puckery is off the scale. Secondly, her vagina looks like it's frowning - and no one likes a sad vagina.


Chalk it up to exhaustion, we guess. Every penultimate challenge for all 3 seasons yielded tired, mediocre results. Here's hoping they can figure out a way to circumvent it in Season 4.


Santino, on the other hand, was ENERGIZED! Solid Gold! Filling up my life with music!


He was just happy to be there after last week's scraping-by and pumped up by the intense competitiveness of it all. Plus, he seemed to be trying to take some of the judges' criticism to heart.


Which isn't to say that he effectively managed to tone himself down, but he treated it like a dress that was going on a woman who wanted to look good and that's a start.


When he had it on the dress form, before he started throwing paillettes at it, we were shocked at how classically beautiful and well-executed the basic dress was. Of course, trim is like crack to Santino and once he gets it in his hands, he can't seem to let go of it.


A shame, really. One quarter of the paillettes, placed more artfully, would have turned this into a stunner of a dress. At the very least, Santino deserves credit for bringing his A game at a time when the rest of the little hothouse flowers were placing their wrists dramatically against the foreheads and daintily falling to the floor in front of their dress forms.


[Screencaps: projectrungay.blogspot.com]


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Monday, April 23, 2007

Musical Monday: Show Boat


THEY'RE COMING.


The showboat people are coming and they want to BURN YOUR RETINAS!

Yes folks, it's Show Boat! That technicolor ode to racism and good women marrying bad men. Also, Boy George's favorite musical. There's a LOT of plot (and sadly, no clips on YouTube), so let's get crackin'!

As the Cotton Blossom pulls into port, the entire ensemble explodes from the boat in their neon-colored finery, a-shuckin' and a-jivin' like mad to earn a couple pennies and get people to look at them. Thus, in the Old South, drag shows were born.

To illustrate this point, the crowd is introduced to Ava Gardner as Julie:

Julie's a former trannie prostitute who dreamed of making it to the big time and now turns tricks in an ice cream parlour.

Okay no, Julie's the leading lady of the company but she's got a secret.

Julie's husband Steve, the company's leading man who secretly is also Mayor McCheese, dukes it out with - oh, I can't be bothered to look up the character's name. He's got like 4 lines. He hates Julie because she spurned him. That's all you need to know. The townspeople are fearful of these colorful low-class strangers and scurry back to their farms and plantations where they can take out their frustrations on their servants.

Later, Howard Keel and Kathryn Grayson meet and engage in foreplay.

Keel is Gaylord Ravenal, who is not a homosexual at all but is a big time gambler who needs to move on from this town and set up somewhere else. He's looking for passage on the Cotton Blossom. Grayson is Magnolia "Nolie" Hawks, a virgin. She's looking for sex.

The divine Agnes Moorehead and Joe E. Brown play Nolie's parents, the proprietors and Captain of the Cotton Blossom.

Agnes can smell her daughter's hormones from 20 yards away and quickly says no to Howard.

But this is a musical and when a professional virgin like Kathryn Grayson sings a duet with a man, that means she's got it bad and all we can do is sit back and watch the train derail. She heads up to see Julie, figuring "She's pretty slutty. What would she say?" Ava launches into the sublime "Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man." Delicious. She was dubbed, but supposedly her original tracks were considered by many to be superior. Either way, she was gorgeous to look at even if she was just lip-synching.

Later, Marge and Gower Champion do something cute. Seriously, these two are annoying. Talented dancers and he was easy on the eyes, but their whole schtick was so sickly sweet and ain't-we-cute. Every time they have a dance number, the whole movie comes to a halt and you're left there wondering "Who put muppets in this movie?"

Meanwhile backstage, the Sheriff shows up to arrest Julie and Steve. Turns out Julie's biracial and apparently the southern part of the United States had some racial difficulties at one point. It's all very obscure, but Julie and Steve have to get out of the state due to anti-miscegenation laws.

Seriously, it's a bizarre shift in tone to go from Gower Champion's goofy grin to "Get that negro out of town," in seconds. This version of the story (the 1936 film is generally considered superior) is certainly to be lauded for openly discussing the racial issues, but drops the ball in the long run because no conclusions are made, nor are any real comments made about it. It's just a plot point that gets dropped and picked up again whenever it's needed.

Also, pay attention to Ava Gardner. In each subsequent scene, her skin gets darker and her hair gets curlier. Ah, musicals. Subtlety is a dirty word.

So, Steve and Julie head out immediately in a drippingly sad scene as William Warfield sings "Old Man River" to their departing carriage.

"Old Man River" suffers under the weight of too much cultural referencing, but when it's sung well, it is an amazingly stirring song. Warfield's no Paul Robeson (who sang it in 1936), but he sells the hell out of it and the sequence is genuinely sad as Julie pulls away.

Gardner is luminescent in this scene and it took a while to get a clear screencap but the look of sadness on her face as the song wells to its final note and she takes one last look at the Cotton Blossom? Kittens, that's what musicals are for.

Smarmy Howard Keel shows up just as the boat's preparing to leave, ever the opportunist, and asks if they're looking for a new leading man.

Try and guess the reactions when Nolie and Endora hear the news. Nolie gets to be the new leading lady, the Cotton Blossom can trumpet their all-new lily-white cast, and Nolie and Gaylord get an excuse to make out every night.



They kiss like two lampreys stuck together.

When they finally come up for air, they're engaged and Endora is NOT happy.

But Nolie's gotten a taste and that's all she needs. She dons her best vagina hat and heads off to Chicago to marry Gaylord and live the high life. But you know how it is with gamblers.

One minute you're dressed like a toilet paper roll cover and living in a gilded doll house...

...and the next, you're sitting in a coldwater flat, wearing an ugly dress and staring at the dregs of bitter coffee in the bottom of your cup.

Nolie's a bit of a spoiled little brat and tears into Gaylord before they both stomp out.

Later, Marge and Gower show up in the most ludicrous of plot twists and stand there uncomfortably as Nolie discovers that Gaylord has left her and all she has left is his lucky walking stick. Which she rubs. A lot.

Meanwhile, Julie is also working in Chicago and her life has taken a down turn since Steve left. Drunk and unglamorous, she's something of a problem to her employers.

And speaking of employers, Hey! Coincidence! They also happen to be the same club that the Champions are booked at and they take Nolie along for an audition just to get her to put down that damn walking stick.

Guy in the middle? Five lines. Hot ass. Look for him.

Julie overhears Nolie singing, gets the lowdown from the hot guy with the nice ass and runs off, quitting her job so Nolie can take her place. She's Black now and that means her needs always come second to the pretty white girl in trouble.

Later, Captain Andy rolls into town on New Year's Eve, thinking to catch Nolie and Gaylord, but winding up with a gaggle of prostitutes instead.

Unfortunately, he's in for a shock...

As Nolie comes out dressed like...well, Jesus. What IS she dressed like? A slutty party favor?

Backstage, they press their faces really tightly together and Nolie tells him that Gaylord left her and oh by the way, she's pregnant. We can't have the nasty particulars hashed out because this is a musical, so you know what that means! Montage time!

Forty seconds later, she's back on the boat in the arms of her loving family with a 6 year old daughter and no one mentions how badly she's fucked things up.

Although everyone on the boat understands to just walk away when she pulls out that walking stick. It's better than standing there in awkward silence as she pants and rubs.

Meanwhile, Julie's darker than ever and the darker she gets the further down she falls. She's a drunk on a gambling boat wearing shitty clothes and making a fool of herself.

She runs into Gaylord and figures out who he is. Stepping up to her role as helpful guide to white folks, she tells him about his daughter and where he can find his family before stumbling away tragically.

He runs down to the docks, scoops up the first little girl he sees and starts singing to her. Luckily for him, she is in fact his daughter. And she's annoying.

Nolie and Gaylord discuss their marriage and their options maturely, with no rancor, and decide to work on compromises and solutions to address certain issues while learning to communicate their needs effectively, without accusations.

Haha! No, they just kiss.

We're heading into the two-hour mark, so people have to act wildly out of character in order to wrap this thing up. Endora is inexplicably thrilled that the gambler who impregnated and abandoned her daughter has shown up after seven years.

And Ava, now a lovely caramel mocha color, watches with satisfaction as she reflects on how she has torn down her own life in service to another's, losing everything and watching a white girl take her place. She smiles and blows a kiss at the Cotton Blossom. All is right with the world.

All we have to say is, thank God this ended when it did because if this had gone on another half hour, she would have been in full Aunt Jemima drag by the end.

Next week: Prepare to feel pretty and witty and GAY, bitches!