I’m thinking about drag queens. As you grow to know me and my ponderings, you will likely find that this is far from an uncommon thought. I happen to absolutely adore drag queens. My current thoughts, however, stem from two places (and I haven’t the foggiest which – I can rarely track the pathways of my incohesive thought process). Firstly, a new season of Ru Paul’s Drag Race has started. I can’t get my fill fast enough, so I’m deliberating between my position as a noble information professional and a Drag Race addict and contemplating seeking at ‘alternate’ means of watching All Stars (the only seasons I haven’t yet watched). The info professionals and morally righteous among you will be happy to note that I have risen above illegal online streaming and am instead watching Riverdale on Netflix…again.
Firstly, a new season of Ru Paul’s Drag Race has started. I can’t get my fill fast enough, so I’m deliberating between my position as a noble information professional and a Drag Race addict and contemplating seeking at ‘alternate’ means of watching All Stars (the only seasons I haven’t yet watched). The info professionals and morally righteous among you will be happy to note that I have risen above illegal online streaming and am instead watching Riverdale on Netflix…again.
Secondly, I am thinking about my metadata conference…also again. And likely for weeks to come. But more precisely, I am thinking about the presentation given by Nicola Osborne on Digital Footprints and how a collection of drag queens won the right to not have to list their legal names on Facebook. There are a million and one reasons why this is such a wonderful achievement (which succeeds even my capabilities as a writer and general person with a concentration spectrum).
So this evening, my cup of chamomile and spearmint is in honour of drag queens across the world. Stay Fabulous hun-ty!