Frankly, my dear, it's just drag.
By Caroline Kitchener
Contributing Columnist
Published: Wednesday, October 20th, 2010
http://www.dailyprincetonian.com/2010/10/20/26643/Last Sunday afternoon, I stood in a taxi line next to a middle-aged man dressed as Scarlett O'Hara. He wore bubblegum-pink lipstick, a Hello Kitty bonnet and a green velvet hoop skirt that stopped anyone from infiltrating his five-meter radius.
Toto, we're not in Princeton anymore.
Standing outside of Penn Station, I could not stop staring. Coming from the town used to film The Stepford Wives and President Bush's campaign video, I had never actually seen a real drag queen up close. However hysterical I find the thought of a perky, Ralph Lauren-cable-knit-wearing poster mom bumping into Scarlett on her way out of the hair salon on a Tuesday morning, it just wouldn't happen in small-town Connecticut.
