The Olympics are playing havoc with my TV viewing. According to the guide on my TiVo this week, Drag Race was a rerun, so I decided to catch up on some figure skating instead. Only later—jumping back to live TV after watching women hurled into the air and miraculously caught before smashing their heads on otherwise pristine ice—did I discover that I’d been misled. Suddenly, I was confronted by a very BenDeLaCreme-looking Paul Lynde, and I knew that this wasn’t just a new episode: It was the “Snatch Game” episode, the most eagerly anticipated of every season.
Maybe now we can rephrase that. With the exception of said Paul Lynde, this was perhaps the weakest installment of “Snatch Game” ever. Apparently, the girls are running out of ideas. Could it really be that they’ve done all the best divas already? How many “Real Housewives” can this show sustain?
I suppose it’s just part of the cultural wasteland we see all around us nowadays. There’s a difference between the divas of old (Barbara Stanwyck, anyone?) and those of today, who seem to consist largely of Internet wannabes, reality TV should-never-have-beens, and pop singers who can’t really sing.
But I digress. …
First of all: Trixie, darling, no one plays Ru on this show but Ru. You should have learned that from Milk way back in season 6.
And then there was the inexplicable choice of Maya Angelou—or, as ChiChi spelled it, Mya Angelou. What’s funny about Maya Angelou? And why was I so shocked to discover that ChiChi even knew who she was? She didn’t know why the caged bird sings, though, that’s for sure.
Now’s as good a time as any for a spoiler alert. I hate to say “I told you so,” but … Oh hell, who am I kidding? I love saying “I told you so.” And you read it here last week, folks. Bye bye, ChiChi.
There is a disturbing possibility breathing down the neck of this elimination process, however. Drag Race is in danger of turning into Survivor, where contestants forge alliances and then get rid of the people who are most likely to beat them. That strategy put Trixie in serious jeopardy this week. But fortunately, in the end, Shangela took the high road and got rid of the person who, on the merits, deserved to go.
As Lashauwn Beyond said, way back in season 4, “This is not RuPaul’s Best Friend Race.” But it’s nice to know that the cattiness can remain in the workroom and doesn’t have to infiltrate the judging. They may not be best friends, but they can be sisters (albeit of the Blanche and Baby Jane Hudson variety).