I saw RuPaul in person one night about 2:00 am or so, on the corner of 14th St. and 10th Ave. This was before the gentrification of that area and when it was largely still just a meat market. There was a former meat wholesaler facility or something that had been converted into a club for avant garde jazz (and later, rock), called the Cooler. I had been there to see Charles Gayle or Peter Brotzmann, probalby, and and afterward was heading toward 7th Ave. to pick up the uptown train. RuPaul was unmissable: he must be tall in person, and wearing giant heels and a huge wig, he towered over everyone else. He had had some bit of his fame from MTV, which is why I would have known who he was. He radiated glamor, (just as did Christie Brinkley when I saw her on 57th Street back in the 80s).
That is one of he most disturbing things I've ever seen.
What the hell did I ever do to you, Palladian? That's it, I'm going to have to find some footage of Pasta family reunions and put them on YouTube. Maybe one where Uncle Cooter insists upon a grease-rasslin tournament.
Paul does that. I don't understand it. For example, gets up in drag, horrible drag, the kind that says horrible, and shoves a pizza in his mouth directly in front of the camera lens so the shot is mostly pizza road leading to a gaping maw of an overly made up drag queen trying to appear grotesque in a strap dress and eye makeup pulled from a tackle box.
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I just self-inflicted myself watching it. And it has over 1.5 Million views!
For some reason, it did conjure up some mental images of the Madison protests.
Did I see Lady Bunny in there?
Yes! My evil plan is working!
What has been seen cannot be unseen!
Robert Cook, yes, that's Lady Bunny, and believe it or not, the black, um... lady is RuPaul.
I believe that the video was made in the late 1980s or early 90s.
I think the Pickle Surprise should be included on the Chick-Fil-A menu!
Queers revel in being grotesque.
I saw RuPaul in person one night about 2:00 am or so, on the corner of 14th St. and 10th Ave. This was before the gentrification of that area and when it was largely still just a meat market. There was a former meat wholesaler facility or something that had been converted into a club for avant garde jazz (and later, rock), called the Cooler. I had been there to see Charles Gayle or Peter Brotzmann, probalby, and and afterward was heading toward 7th Ave. to pick up the uptown train. RuPaul was unmissable: he must be tall in person, and wearing giant heels and a huge wig, he towered over everyone else. He had had some bit of his fame from MTV, which is why I would have known who he was. He radiated glamor, (just as did Christie Brinkley when I saw her on 57th Street back in the 80s).
That is one of he most disturbing things I've ever seen.
What the hell did I ever do to you, Palladian? That's it, I'm going to have to find some footage of Pasta family reunions and put them on YouTube. Maybe one where Uncle Cooter insists upon a grease-rasslin tournament.
Okay Palladian... you're a dead man now.
ricpic: Queers revel in being grotesque.
I agree. Althouse needs to put up more wholesome, straight people approved stuff, like "2 Girls 1 Cup", "The Human Centipede", or "Saw".
OMG I'm having an LSD flashback!
That was really funny! I love the internet. Without the net and Palladian linking to that, I would never have seen it.
I think the Pickle Surprise should be included on the Chick-Fil-A menu
Me too. That would be hilarious.
We have a joke, but you can't understand it unless you are part of the club.....and it is oh-so-funny!
"Repeat my mantra,..."
Weird how certain groups of people ALWAYS have a freaking mantra,...
After seeing Men's synchronized diving in the Olympics, nothing fazes me anymore.
Sorry - I think you liked to Pee Wee's playhouse by mistake...
Why the need to be disingenuous, Jason. Agree. Disagree. But both at once? Why?
ricpic: But both at once? Why?
I'm living up to the "gays revel in sarcasm" stereotype, so you should be happy.
Straight people, always complaining!
Paul does that. I don't understand it. For example, gets up in drag, horrible drag, the kind that says horrible, and shoves a pizza in his mouth directly in front of the camera lens so the shot is mostly pizza road leading to a gaping maw of an overly made up drag queen trying to appear grotesque in a strap dress and eye makeup pulled from a tackle box.
Then use the photo to announce a new ad DRESS.
Yo no lo comprendo.
"Where's the pickle?"
"That's the surprise!"
File this under: "Hiding my candy."
Dumb, derivative.
But I'm jaded; I lived through the '60s.
Pickle pickle, who hid the pickle? Maybe it's wrapped in the ham.
my eyes...
Which one were you, Palladian?
David: Which one were you, Palladian?
My money is on the pickle.
It has been years since I'd seen a Boy George video, but all of a sudden that Cthulhu-creature creepy feeling is back.
Hiding the pickle? So obvious.
Possibly just as scary:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qxns9yLbfJs
And that makes me want to inflict something on Palladian now.
>:-(
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