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This video has... like... all nearly all a good many of my favorite things, wrapped up in one convenient, 22-minute package.

P.S. I swear I don't go looking for these things. They find me. Honestly.

Although, I guess Bea Arthur on RuPaul is only the logical outcome of chasing links about wool fetishists (brace yourself: they're called 'woolies') and trying to get the full scoop on Angelina's adulterous, lesbian tryst (I would be ashamed of that, but I'm so tired I don't even fucking care what I'm looking at, as long as it has pictures. Oh, and I like gossip.)

The Obligatory, Cliché Tribute Blog.

I'm not playing a role. I'm being myself, whatever the hell that is.
-Bea Arthur

Bea Arthur died today, aged 86. I know it's retarded to mourn the death of a Hollywood personality (especially an elderly Hollywood personality), and that death is the eventual outcome of life, and I didn't know the deceased in real life anyway, and all of that other bullshit, blah blah blah, but I'm going to anyway.

Ms. Arthur was one of those extraordinary women who reminded me that it was okay to be a tall, somewhat masculine, smart woman in a society that worships petite, emaciated, submissively feminine air-heads. She lived by her own rules, always quit when she was ahead, and did exactly whatever the fuck she wanted to, whenever the fuck she wanted to. Despite being a reluctant role-model, she was an inspiration, and I respected her enormously.










"Intimate Portrait of Bea Arthur"

She will be missed.

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