If you don’t follow “RuPaul’s Drag Race” — and believe me, it’s okay if you don’t — think of it as “America’s Next Top Drag Queen.”  Then pretend David Lynch directs it.

Here’s what happens in the clip above, from last night’s episode:

  • Fan favorite Ongina (pronounced with a hard “i” sound, delightfully) is told she won a challenge to create a campaign for Mac’s Viva Glam makeup, which donates profits to HIV/AIDS research.
  • Ongina sobs like her parents died.
  • Cut to: man in minidress wearing some version of Paul Stanley’s Starman makeup.
  • Cut to: RuPaul staring ahead dispassionately.
  • Ongina: “I just wanted to say, and I’ve always been so afraid to say it, that I’ve been living with HIV for the last two years of my life, and this means so much to me.  I didn’t want to say it on national TV because my parents doesn’t know. Oh my God…”

jesus-dinoAnd that moment of visceral emotion comes from a bald man wearing tons of makeup and earrings and a little lace hat.  I don’t know whether to laugh uncomfortably from the visual spectacle or feel sympathy with the emotional outpour.  The whole thing is just so unsettling and discordant, like a stripper discussing Proust or Jesus holding a dinosaur.

[Jezebel]