Is it just me, or do some of these ladies remind you of past contestants?
Alisa Summers, a real stunner, reminded me of that Jersey bitch from last season, with the fierce bod and a blind spot for everything but how pretty she was — Carmen Carrera. Who? Me? Eliminated? But I’m so pretty.
Madame LaQueer = the looks of Mimi Imfurst, and the personality of Delta Work.
And again, we have the clusters of showgirls, tasty and satisfying meat & potatoes drag, an impersonator, and the self-made Creatures category.
Which is not to say that they can’t be brilliant, not at all. They may well meet or exceed the standards set in previous seasons. But I was really hoping that in addition to these breeds of cat, we’d see some stylish gender masala, more like Ongina, Raven, and Nina Flowers. Gender neutral art persons are wonderful, but I love mixing it up from the deep end, too. That high contrast paradox of rich masculinity and aggressive feminine signifiers is PO-TENT.
My great wish, which Santa might have ignored, is please, please: more wit! Pandora Boxx and Jujubee were delicious. Raja invested great wit and imagination into the competition itself (really thoughtful presentation, using her traits and talents to best effect, etc.) (and completely deserved to win), but not so much into one liners — although, to be honest, that would have developed persona contrary to the finished product, sometimes; a bad idea. No demerits, then. Manila Luzon had brains for days, and was very witty, but in a shallow, bitchy person, it can only count for so much.
This season, we have some fine kinds who show more gracious poise than one-liners — Milan, Latrice Royale, Jiggly Caliente — and they have great heart, which makes me root for them, despite a lack of snappy patter. But if the only wisecrackers we have this season are Creatures, I’ll be sorry, since there seems to be a lot of Manila-style bitchiness in that corner of the room. Throwing shade is very tiresome if it’s not more funny than mean.
Special mention goes to Jiggly Caliente, who earned, most beautifully, both halves of her name at the LS4YL. I was delighted that she didn’t have to go up against Kenya Michaels, who is not just a beauty, but a damn fine dancer. And yet I was sorry to see Alisa Summers go. Her looks might have been her Achilles’ heel as well as her strength, but I still could look at her all day.
And finally, kudos to Shangela, for being able to laugh at herself. This might be her excuse to put “hallelu” to rest forever. One may hope.