After a somewhat rocky seventh season, RuPaul’s Drag Race has returned to its former stellar form. What can account for this change? Ultimately I feel that this season saw a return to the classic tropes of drag. After much deliberation I have determined the four main ways that RuPaul got back to her roots in season 8:
1. Bad Teeth
There is perhaps no greater indicator of potential drag greatness than a busted set of chompers. I’ve found that pretty teeth make for pretty boring drag. I want some funk in my drag queens, perhaps even a bit of stank, and there is no better representation of this than an overgrowth of plaque. This season didn’t settle for just a Jiggly Caliente or a Trinity Bonet. From Bob to Kim Chi to Chi Chi to Robbie and various shades of yellow in between, this season was a nonstop dental train wreck and, not coincidentally, an unmitigated success. At this point I have to assume that having stage 1 of gingivitis at minimum is a requirement for any future drag racers.
2. Bottoms By The Barrelful
Seriously, what the fuck is the point of an all bottom Pit Crew?
Perhaps the biggest disappointment of season 7 was the lack of a clear villain. Sure, Violet and Ginger were kind of cunts, but there wasn’t a readily identifiable villain to move the narrative forward. Enter Derrick Barry. Granted, she was clueless, often basic, severely limited and sometimes utterly aggravating, but she fulfilled the villain role splendidly. Whiny, entitled, and stuffed precariously full of shit, it was impossible not to hate her. Being a basic white bitch will henceforth be known as Popping a Barry.
4. A Satisfying Narrative
Bob’s win brought the season full circle. She had entered strong, clashed with Derrick, vanquished Derrick, stumbled briefly and then regained form to end up on top. With her win, Bob’s story came to a neatly polished arc, thus providing the complete, satisfying narrative that was missing from season 7. As I said before with Bianca, Bob didn’t win just by being the most talented, she won by being the smartest. She knew this gig inside out and with every wisecrack, every side eye and every perfectly executed gesture (exclamations of “Purse first!” will echo on in gay bars for years to come) Bob cemented her victory with each passing week. What’s more, unlike her predecessor, Bob’s victory felt like it really meant something. I so rarely say this about a fellow transvestite, but that bitch has a hell of a lot of integrity.
Thanks for the memories, ladies. Before I go, let’s open the library one more time…
Laila McQueen: Sorry, but anyone who bases her makeup on Marlon Wayans in White Chicks deserves to be in the bottom.
Dax ExclamationPoint: Live long and prosper, busted one.
Cynthia Lee Fontaine: Why the hell do bottoms get silicone ass implants? That’s just an ER trip waiting to happen.
Naysha Lopez: Serving banality.
Acid Betty: That lip ring is taking me on a journey to the darker side of 2003. That’s a flashback I could do without.
Robbie Turner: Can we start a Kickstarter for her braces?
Thorgy Thor: Poor Thorgy tried too damn hard. She didn’t have to waste all that effort playing Michael Jackson on Snatch Game. With that hair she could have just gone as Rachel Dolezal.
Derrick Barry: She’s awfully uptight for someone who spends so much time taking two dicks up her ass.
Chi Chi DeVayne: Anyone who eats possum is good people. Know this.
Naomi Smalls: I’m not buying the Naomi Campbell illusion until she starts beating people with her phone. She can start with Derrick.
Kim Chi: That runway walk is every bit as sweet and charming as the acrid, pickled vegetable that bears her name.
Bob: Congratulations on your victory, Bob. Here’s a beauty blender. USE IT.