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So. Number 42 on the list of reality teevee shows I never intended to start watching and am now addicted to:

RuPaul’s Drag Race.

As if RuPaul and a bevy of drag queens wasn’t enough, Santino is on the judge’s panel. It’s some sort of crazy reality show conflux of glam and grandeur.


Ooo! Glamdeur! I’m going to have to start peppering it into conversations. It’s my new favorite word. “Then use it in a sentence, dumbass.” Fine, I will:

“Claire may have thought that Bedazzler made her acid-washed jeans look even more hip, but she was clearly suffering from delusions of glamdeur.”

Anyway, where was I? Oh right. Drag Race.

I’m totally rooting for Shannel.