In Too Deep

To ponder life is to gaze at a Monet. Up close you see only dull colored smudges, bluriness, random association. But at just the right distance it all comes into focus. A brilliant work of art with depth and texture, smoothing of the grainy strokes that illuninate the beauty that the creator intended. At just the right distance it will hold you in a calm, protected from the torrent and tumultuous waves of life unbalanced. Often, to really see, you must traverse this trail of truth and pain to finally take a view from exactly where you're suppose to be and behold the vibrant abundance that hangs before you. The trick is to know how many paces to take in any one direction and to trust when to look up.

Thinks that make you go humm!

During my attempt to mindlessly surf the TV channels on a Sunday after the stress of finding flooded floorboards in my car, I hapt upon a channel called LOGO. I was stalled as a tall black "man" forcefully delivered his statement " Don't fuck it up" to a group of men in drag. Apparently this is the mantra of one of the long beloved and most famous drag queens RuPaul on his TV show Drag Race. This reality show is out to find the most fab queen bee and there is plenty of drama as the "girls" compete in challenges to become the next drag queen superstar. In this episode the "ladies" met one of their greatest challenges, to make over a group of ass kicking real women that were boxers, matial arts instructors and the like. One of the women introduced herself with a Russian accent eerily reminiscent of Ivan Drago in Rocky IV, "I am Mia. I am boxer." After a hillarious effort by the drag queens to show off their complete lack of hard hitting ability by kicking and punching with their sparring partner the tables were turned and it was time for the makeovers. We find out as the transformations are happening that many of these women had never worn make-up or ever tried to walk in a pair of high heels. The queens had their work cut out for them to ready their protege for the runnway and their Beyonce lip sinc battle. All said and done the battle was fierce, the metamorphasis bewildering and the queens were all proud mothers. My assessment of the Drag Race? A quirky combination of transvestite personalities whose feminine antics and gorgeous bodies lure me into a state of cognitive dissonance. For those of you with open minds, a yearning to stretch your concept of social moors and some of that oh so addictive reality drama Drag Race has it all.