during the downtime between episode's of this season of RuPaul's Drag Race, i work my way through last season. or i did, until i finished the season last week. and i've found over the past few weeks that what started as entertainment and a way to kill time has actually sparked some surprisingly thoughtful discussions of gender and sexuality.
i've seen a lot of comments (mostly on jezebel) from women that view drag as an offensive parody of femininity; and while i do understand how that take on it is possible, i think it displays a fundamental misunderstanding of drag.
drag is female impersonation. the goal of impersonation is to create a convincing illusion of femininity. to this end, drag queens study women and choose to emphasize the features that, in their minds, capture the essence of being a woman. the end result? a woman with strength, character, independence, and (for lack of a better word) heart.
too many girls grow up thinking that they need to meet the expectations of men if they want to be worth anything as a person; and so it's immensely refreshing to see men to whom the important points of womanhood are characteristics that make a woman worthy of being a role model.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
spring cleaning!
Spring cleaning is a wonderful feeling.
Throwing out the bags and bags of crap that accumulate over the past months and seeing your floor again; being able to find everything right where you left it for once; the light and space in the room when it's clean; nothing really describes how healthy it is to be finished.
Thing is, how often do you remember to do the same in the rest of your life?
We've all got baggage, whether it's fragments of past relationships or people themselves. And sometimes the pieces only float around your personal bubble, but sometimes they trail behind you and weigh you down.
Only thing you can really do is cut them loose: all the so-called "friends," the pathological liars and unhealthy friendships; the insecurity stemming from your past; the fear radiating towards you from the future and its uncertainty.
You don't need any of that.
Every moment is a fresh start, waiting for you to make your magic. No one can stop you.
Throwing out the bags and bags of crap that accumulate over the past months and seeing your floor again; being able to find everything right where you left it for once; the light and space in the room when it's clean; nothing really describes how healthy it is to be finished.
Thing is, how often do you remember to do the same in the rest of your life?
We've all got baggage, whether it's fragments of past relationships or people themselves. And sometimes the pieces only float around your personal bubble, but sometimes they trail behind you and weigh you down.
Only thing you can really do is cut them loose: all the so-called "friends," the pathological liars and unhealthy friendships; the insecurity stemming from your past; the fear radiating towards you from the future and its uncertainty.
You don't need any of that.
Every moment is a fresh start, waiting for you to make your magic. No one can stop you.
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