The brochures amazed me. I must have been 6 years old. The Grasshoppers had vacationed in New Orleans. Their egg, me, having been deposited in Lawrence with Granny and the Colonel, I was equally disappointed to leave Granny’s house and excited to look at these pictures of men who looked like gorgeous wimmin.
The current repulsive display called drag is not at all related to past tributes. Those people sang their own songs. They kept their figures. They were the perfect reflection of the feminine archetype of the time.
On that note, it saddens me to think that the current drag clowns are also a reflection of the current feminine archetype of our time. Over weight, over bearing, aggressive people who don’t even sing their songs.
Are we all lip syncing these days?
In an identity obsessed world, are we all just faking ourselves?
Check it out if you have 6 minutes….