Community Drag Race

Man, autumn is the best. It's getting colder which means coats and hats and scarfs and, as we all know, scarfs means laughs. That was officiated by The Rhyming Institute of Rhymezland back in 1987. I love walking out my front door and seeing my breath hit the cold. I don't like walking out my door and seeing massive spider webs with juicy spiders on them so much but that's ok cos I got a stack of conkers to keep them away (err... did I mention this? Bobbins' dad told him spiders are frightened of conkers. Which... hmm. His argument isn't backed up by the fact his mum told him the French eat bees - just the insides, not the fur. This claim remains unsubstantiated). The bestest best thing about autumn though? NEW TEEVEE! Well, new shows on old teevee. Content rather than gadgets keeps me amused (is that what she said? I think it might be). It' so exciting in a way that makes me think I should maybe get out more (though the other day I got happy in a way that is neither normal nor healthy about new DCSF leaflets arriving. We have been waiting for them for months to be fair but still, even my manger was amused by the glee I exhibited) but I figure I get out plenty fine for the most part. As long as it doesn't involve conversing with people too much then I happily leave the house nearly every day! And sometimes I even remember to shower before doing so! (That is still a slow process, to get my body to remind me that that needs to happen more than once a week. It's like the last thing on a long list of daily achievements that comprises my list lead life). However, having being suckered into watching (and dear lord help me, craving) shows like Everwood because of the August tv drought I am now faced with shiny new programs that make my life worth living again.

On 'normal' telly RuPaul's Drag Race is the greatest thing to shimmy onto my screen wearing a wig and stilettos since Dynasty. It's sort of a mish mash of America's Next Top Model and Project Runway (finally!) but instead of 'make it work' RuPaul (dressed as Tim Gunn and ROCKING geek chic) tells them 'don't fuck it up' (which my little heart that fucking adores senseless swearing just mutherfucking loves) and instead of 'Congratulations... You're still in the running towards becoming Americas Next Top Model' RuPaul (dressed as Tyra and looking STUNNING) says 'Chantay you stay/sashay away' after the bottom two have had to lip sync for their lives MIGHT I ADD?!!?!? My favourite is Nina Flowers who seems to be more performance artiste than traditional 'dude in a dress' and has a very pleasing heavy South American accent (I have a weird girl crush on her). The only thing that doesn't gel well is the 'pit team' who come on oiled up and in their tight pants to pass round cameras or whatever goods are required in that weeks challenge. Seems like objectifying mens bodies isn't exactly what Gloria Steinem et al had in mind when trying to equal the playing field for women. And also reinforces the idea that 1) all transvestites are gay and 2) all gay men are obsessed with sex. But it's possible I might think that just because I'm a bitter old prude. It rocks whatever. Self-aware enough to revel in it's own silliness, without ever losing sight of the fact that these girls actually want to win for a reason (noone that goes on ANTM can really believe they will become a top model anymore can they?). Chantay you stay Drag Race.

On 'shh secret squirrel computer' telly, Community might just be the sitcom that battles 30 Rock for first place in my heart (though this is on the basis of one episode. It has to survive another four seasons of being consistently amazing to win that particular medal). Joel McHale is insanely hot as the sarcastic, clever, mean (basically the three most important qualities for a man to have for me to fall in love with him) lawyer Jeff who is forced to go back to Community College after being disbarred ('they found out my college degree was less than legitimate'/'I thought you had a bachelors from Columbia?'/'And now I have to get one from America') and sets up a fake study group to bed Elizabeth Shue-a-like Britta. Basically watch the trailer and you will get the general idea but in the actual program there's no annoying music that swells just as our zany bunch of ragamuffins learn another important life lesson that will carry them on to next week and no growly man chattin' like some kind of Weather's Original obsessed granddad that ruins all your favourite shows for you by talking over them. (Why do trailer makers do that? Why don't they want people to like their shows? Even the E4 man has run his course as far as I'm concerned). Plus did I mention John Oliver, plus did I mention Chevy Chase??!?!!? Awesome squared.



Anywho, go watch my pretties. The world is your oyster as long as you don't leave your house very often.