I’m so excited about the new Drag Race that yesterday the boyfriend and I went out and bought a new television set. Our old one—our nearly-eighteen-year-old television set—was tiny and dying and wouldn’t be able to contain Ru’s creativity, uniqueness, nerve, and talent without exploding. At the store we tried to pick out a sober, responsible, moderately-sized TV. We were tricked: there were much, much larger TVs on display, and much, much smaller TVs, and those giant and tiny televisions made the one we wound up getting look like a medium, like the sort of tasteful, restrained television set a couple of NPR-listening homos might own.

We are now the mortified owners of a television set that’s roughly the size of a twin mattress. Our son is ecstatic. We’re mortified. But, hey, Ru is going to look amazing on it.

13 replies on “Season Two of RuPaul’s Drag Race”

  1. I surprised myself when I came home with a 40″ TV about a year ago. I seemed so damn tacky sitting in my smallish livingroom… I mean, I’m not THAT into TV. Now, I can’t imagine watching TV on anything less. Despite it’s diagonal, it takes up considerably less room than the old analog 24″er it replaced.

  2. I keep meaning to sell my giant TV because it’s oppressing me, but somehow the networks manage to drag me back into watching it and I forget all about selling it. Funny how that happens.

  3. Here’s what I can’t decide: do I buy a bigger TV, which will sap my savings so I can’t afford the cable upgrade that would allow me to watch RuPaul’s Drag Race, or do I keep the moderately sized one that I’ve got but shell out for the upgrade?

  4. I love RuPaul to bits, but man, do I hate this show. I have not a clue why anyone would want to watch this (though I can’t exactly say I’m free and clear for wanting a bigger TV set for shallow reasons).

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