Some days you lose your work, an earring, your sanity or all three. And it takes a lot to look at things in perspective—and to laugh.
It takes Ru Paul’s Drag Race.
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For those unfamiliar with the show, it features contestants vying to be ”America’s Next Drag Superstar.” The queens battle it out with a mini-challenge and a main stage event, resulting in the bottom two queens “lip-synching for their lives.”
The Lady-to-Tramp RuPaul Doll Mini-Challenge

For these 60 minutes, I feel fabulous. If anything rears its ugly head in my head (or in yours), this show probably has the answer.
What I've learned in drag therapy.
Body Image Disorder: There’s nothing the right undergarment can’t tuck, flatten, boost, lift, squeeze or augment.
Schizophrenia: If you think you’re Cleopatra, then buy a wig and be Cleopatra.
Social Anxiety: People judge you more on how you carry yourself than what you look like.
Anal-Retentiveness: Sometime’s the wig is just going to come off, no matter what you do.
Lonliness: You're never alone if your friends always want to borrow your makeup.
Stuttering: Can't speak? Write it in lipstick!
Exhibitionism: What? That's not a disorder, it's an attribute.
Depression: Do WHATEVER makes you happy.
Personality Disorder: Most of us change our identities daily. Only some of us do it with false eyelashes, padding and tucking panties.
Low Self-Esteem: In the words that RuPaul uses to close each show, “If you can’t love yourself, how the hell are you gonna love anybody else? Can I get an amen?”
Amen, Ru. Amen.