The Age of Aquaria is Upon Us
EntertainmentJOANNA: Last night you texted me, “I feel insane/ soaring highs/ followed by dark lows/ moral emergencies.” I feel like that’s a good place to start.
MEGAN: Honestly, those feelings remain with me, hours after this show has ended. Last night, on the season finale of the world’s longest season of RuPaul’s Drag Race, we saw dear, sweet Jo Vanni Palandrini, aka Aquaria, win. I was not surprised. But I felt exhausted by the spectacle and the lead-up, and a season of television that has gone on for what feels like most of my adult life.
I knew this was going to happen but….I still feel fucked up about it!
JOANNA: Right, it felt like a foregone conclusion, only we had to witness the most fucked-up way of getting there. Did you see Avenger’s Infinity War? Doesn’t matter. In that movie, someone says something like, “I’ve seen all 208430928403 ways this situation could pan out; there’s only one that results in us winning, and it’s fucked up.” I feel like that.
MEGAN: It’s hard to parse exactly why and how I felt so bad about what happened, but I believe during our frantic text exchange last night, you said “This show is racist.” A great place to start—and a fabulous place to end this conversation, also, probably—but I think we could start not with our general fatigue or the lackluster competition, but the frantic energy and desperation of the lip sync extravaganza that comprised most of this finale.
It was so nice to see the season 1 queens do a lil’ sync with the season 10 queens! And then we were forced to contend with what felt like hours of stressful and very nerve-wracking lip syncs that were less about artistry and more about EXPLOSIONS YAS MAMA.
JOANNA: This show does seem, unfortunately, to be racist mixed with a traumatizing mishap that allowed for the top three to be all white, even when one of those white people should not have been anywhere near the top three. I feel after ten years, and ten season finales, Drag Race needs to address how it’s doing these live shows and determining who the winner is. The live show is at its best when we see the queens wearing their most insane, high-fash looks and when we’re focusing on DRAMA and THEATRICALITY. I still want to cry when the queens come out one by one and we see how much they’ve grown since the season ended, and the music is loud, and everyone is cheering, and they look like gods.
I do nawt, however, cry when three frantic queens are performing kind of sloppy lip syncs that have become so reliant on reveals that we get…………….. The Asia O’Hara disaster.
MEGAN: I am still upset about what happened, and I had heard from a little bird that something of that nature was going to happen. The fact that I knew about it made it no better—in fact, it was somehow worse. What I had heard was that the butterflies contained within Asia’s bosoms were dead, and fell out from said bosom in a macabre display. What I think actually happened is that the butterflies just didn’t feel like it that day but were very much alive—a fact confirmed by the camera’s shady pan to the butterflies hanging out on the stage but not flying into the sky/audience. I feel devastated for Asia, because I love Asia. I feel anger for Asia, because Kameron didn’t deserve to be in the top 4 in the first place!!! I feel rage at those goddamn butterflies, who needed to just wake up.