Blondie‚Äôs Debbie Harry and Chris Stein guest-judged RuPaul‚Äôs neon blow-out on Monday night‚Äôs Drag Race, and in homage, the remaining nine queens were tasked with forming ‚Äė80s-influenced bands‚ÄĒpunk, or synth, or ‚Äúparty‚ÄĚ in the style of the B-52s. That little experiment had varying results (though three drag queens doing a punk song about chicken wings is pretty fucking punk), but Blondie‚Äôs presence seemed to conjure some NYC juju: on the runway, the New York queens wrecked shit and left a trail of blood in their wake.

The category was ‚ÄúNeon Realness.‚ÄĚ Bob the Drag Queen, an early favorite whose Charisma, Uniqueness, Nerve and Talent is already on display with her ebullient personality and creative style notes, appeared as a glamorous club kid ghost/fatal accident, rubbery hot-pink paint pouring down her head like her noggin got cracked and spent the afterlife bleeding and raving unto eternity. And yet, her ensemble bridged the gap between Limelight regular and Michelle Obama‚ÄĒMichelle OBOBma? Ugh, sorry‚ÄĒin a floor-length dress with pockets and a cropped top over a hemmed-in waist. If you were wondering how to go formal after closing time, here you go.

The judges weren‚Äôt totally wild about Thorgy Thor‚Äôs look, particularly Michelle Visage‚ÄĒ‚Äútoo much,‚ÄĚ said a woman wearing Whitney Houston ‚ÄúHow Will I Know‚ÄĚ eyeshadow‚ÄĒand yet Ru‚Äôs comment that she was ‚Äúthoroughly modern Thorgy‚ÄĚ was on point: she wore a YSL-influenced sequined minidress in acid green, and while her cut-out eyelashes were a little more party monster than mod gamine, her heart was in the right place:


Acid Betty, though! Chris Stein, who clearly watches Drag Race and is probably the bigger fan between himself and Harry, called it perfectly: ‚ÄúIt‚Äôs like Nosferatu goes to Fiorucci.‚ÄĚ

Betty‚Äôs a DIY queen, as she explained to Harry‚ÄĒshe made ‚Äúeverything but the shoes,‚ÄĚ including her wig, which draped all the way down her back like a fishtail (hence the gills behind her elf ears).


Look at these paragons of excellence!

It‚Äôs worth mentioning that their band‚ÄĒthe party band‚ÄĒwas entitled Street Meatz, and their song was about street meat, one of the most important aspects of New York City. (Double entendres abound; Ru and Bob exchanged one of my favorite jokes of all time, which was ‚ÄúHow‚Äôs your head?‚ÄĚ Without missing a beat, Bob responded: ‚ÄúNo complaints.‚ÄĚ)


Needless to say, none of these goddesses had to lip sync for their lives; it was a gymnastic match-up between Chi Chi DeVayne and Naysha Lopez to Blondie‚Äôs ‚ÄúCall Me,‚ÄĚ in which both of them were pulling off roundhouses like the Olympic gymnast team. Chi Chi pulled through, though, and Naysha went home for the second time. Tragic.

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