The hit contest transports viewers into a world of big hair, bigger heels and even bigger hearts, and has made me feel less fearful about the world we live in
When Boris Johnson announced England would be entering its third lockdown in January, I wasn’t entirely sure how I’d get through it. The news hit harder than it had previously. It was colder and darker. Any sliver of novelty in this sad, strange set of circumstances was well and truly gone.
“At least Drag Race will be back on,” my sister offered at the end of the briefing. And, instantly, I saw a bright pink light at the end of the tunnel. The news that the 13th series of the US show and the second series of the UK edition would be streaming simultaneously felt heaven-sent; a personalised, hand-delivered care package sent from RuPaul Charles to his squirrel friends during their time of need.
