I was out at a restaraunt the other day, and the table next to me was full of drag queens. Now, like everyone else, I love drag queens .* There's something about a guy who completely rejects the social norms, but does so in a fun, kitchzy way. I mean, there's two ways to go with alienation, and it's a lot better if you just go fabulous. It's not hurting anybody, and almost everyone thinks it's kind of funny. And I like Eddie Izzard as much as the next guy (perhaps even more), but he's an "executive transvestite", not a drag queen. Drag queens take it the additional step and have ended up being accepted as outsiders in their own way. And that's pretty cool.
But midway through their meal, one of the party got up and went to the bathroom, which begged the qustion: does drag queen use the men's or the women's room?
Turns out, it's the men's room.
*NOTE FROM MANAGEMENT - Oh come on. Admit it. You liked The Birdcage.
3 comments:
That begs another question: What do you do if a drag queen walks up to the stall next to the one you are using in the bathroom?
Yet another question begged: Will you keep up the blog now that you're out of school?
What restaurant was this? Drag Queens are kind of awesome...and at the very least you are entertained while eating because their conversations are a total riot!
luv,
leigh
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