In the last few weeks the UK has seen more backbiting, treachery, spectacular battles and duplicitous manoeuvring than in the last twenty years combined (at least visibly). In fact, the whole thing is beginning to look like an episode of Game of Thrones.
It was on this night that I saw my first drag show. I had never been exposed to drag, with the exception of one evening when my mom got adventurous with movie night and rented The Birdcage. But here I was witnessing the real thing.
Seeking a lady of class and distinction it seemed too much to wish for that she would appear in my life mere hours after dipping my toe (yes, I said my toe; there's some filthy minds out there...) back into the online dating pool.
The fact that there was no resting room in the courthouse, doesn't necessarily mean that the U.S. undervalues sleep, it just means sleep and napping didn't belong in that specific context, or at least not in a designated area.
When asked how things were left with the Prime Minister after the night in question the Pig told us: "Me and big D stayed friends for a while, but we just drifted apart. It's sad, but, well, I guess it happens."
Admittedly this scientific endeavor did go downhill shortly after that, especially when one of the staff dared me to try and find the toilet with the eye shield engaged. However I do feel our understanding of the universe was advanced slightly.
The project, making use of the anachronism as a visual resource, does not pretend to refer to the past but to create a reference on which to analyze the evolution of society as well as its actions and reactions front to current issues.
I wear makeup. Not every day, but then, I work from home, so half the time I don't put on my clothes, let alone my face. But if I'm going out and I have time, I'll do my makeup. But what message am I sending my kids?