And with that, it’s time to draguate, bitches. The queens come out for their applause then Ru wearing his best Hugh Hefner drag welcomes us to draguation and introduces the falculty: Lady Bunny, Dean of Dance Candis Cayne who blows kisses and literally says “Muah, muah,” and this week’s Visiting Professor who is an accomplished actor and writer, the gorgeous (because calling her crazy would be rude) Robin Givens, who appears to be from Bon Temps.
She wants to do bad things with you.
Ru tells the audience that the nerdy girls were challenged to trade in their geek chic and embrace their feminine mystique, so let the draguation begin!
They all look great (Shante looks like Nikki Minaj’s cousin) and do well on the runway, sassing and sexing it up, and everyone’s having a great time until Dylan sees her mother at the end of the runway and looks like she was hit by a truck. While her mother tries to be supportive and tell her she looks beautiful Dylan asks Ru what to do and he tells her to keep stepping before asking her to give her commencement speech. Dylan stars off a little wobbly but when she gets to the part about living her own life she gets a little empowered bite to her tone and tells us “this ember is ready to burst into flames.”
Then this happens:
Who didn’t see this coming. Delta is, once again, the epitome of kindness and support, telling Dylan that her mother loves her and to let her. Then she turns into Mama Rose, reminding her to stick her leg out, chin up, bosoms out and smile, June, SMILE!
So the competition was pretty much over at this point but they still went through with the Oral Examination.
Dylan explains that she hadn’t seen her mother in two years but pulled herself together to finish the show because she’s a PROFESSIONAL. She also watches Drag Race. Robin with aggressive good cheer says she loved seeing Ember come alive on stage.
Kristy gives a combo dissertation/Miss USA answer about how Felicity is the manifestation of something and Bunny tells her a star is born while Robin tells her
she’s fat she’d be perfect if John Waters ever restages Hairspray.
Shante’s feeling slinky and sexy and thinks it all works, while Robin enthuses that she’s a combination of Jessica Rabbit and Cleopatra Jones. So…Nikki Minaj’s cousin. Shante is still flattered.
All that’s left is the formality of the performance and it was fun. I thought Shante was the best performer but Candis points out that Dylan remembered most of the choreography and, surprisingly, it looked like Kristy got a little insecure and didn’t quite live up to her Broadway Baby potential except during her solo. But who cares they all did this:
Nerds gotta robot.