CATEGORY IS— CATEGORY IS— two women, gently pointy, on a couch. This week, we're pondering over which high school production of Chekhov Peppermint's hoop skirt would best be suited to; our relationship, in general, to Ms. Michelle Visage; what in the precise fuck is going on with everyone's least favorite Crysploitation: Childhood segment; &, as always, how we might best BRING IT TO THE RUNWAY BRING IT TO THE RUNWAY RUN RUN RUN RUNWAY—

Ep 10: WHAT CATEGORY ARE WE ON RIGHT NOW WHAT CATEGORY ARE WE ON RIGHT NOW WHAT CATEGORY ARE WE ON R

In which Anneliese and Matt settle into a couch named Trudi to discuss the homecoming of our queens at the conclusion of Season 9's Ordinary Time episodes. What follows is some Clockwork Orange Julius Caesar swordplay that puts The Public Theater's costuming choices to shame; this is that mug-pulling, down-river-selling, impeachment-spooking, horse-head-in-the-bed shit the Trump-Knausses really ought to be worried about. And yet, like the family reunion in Sam Shepard's Buried Child, what's unearthed in this episode turns out to be only so compellingly rotted as it is ham-fisted contrivance. Do you care? We were entertained, and Buried Child won a Pulitzer. It's Talent?! We made it because we love you, and like Judas Iscariot, we come bearing your Fan Favorite Award.