There’s nothing like flipping though the channels on a boring Monday night looking for something slightly entertaining, and winding up striking gold. That’s exactly how my last Monday night was when I was eagerly trying to find what channel TLC was so I could watch Little People, Big World. On my hunt to find my precious little people program, I came across something on VH-1 that was so awful, so odd, and so ridiculous that I had to postpone my TLC time to watch it. After years of hiatus, drag-queen sensation RuPaul is back again with yet another show entitled RuPaul’s Drag Race. This time around, however, the stacked-sweetheart is putting nine other queens to the test to see who can be the fiercest drag queen. Because after all, there can be only one.

The concept of this show differs slightly from any other reality show currently on television, because unlike most reality competitions, these contestants aren’t fighting for money or love. Each cast member must embody the charisma, uniqueness, nerve, and talent that made RuPaul an international drag celebrity. The judges will determine the bottom two contestants of the week. Those contestants then compete in a show-stopping, battle royale, “lip-synch for your life” performance that will determine if they will “shante” and stay and who will “sashay” away until one is crowned America’s next Drag Queen Superstar. The lip-synching battles have these queens belting their best invisible notes to songs by Whitney Houston, Destiny’s Child, and Mariah Carey. So far there have been merely three episodes that have aired, but drama has been evident in each of them. In the latest episode, the dragistas have to impersonate their best “Oprah” by reading off of a teleprompter, advertising a product, and lastly interviewing “a celebrity;” in this case, it was Tori Spelling. Apparently they meant D-list celebrity that no one gives a damn about. I suppose that’s why they’re having the drag queen versions of Oprah interview her instead of the real thing…ouch. Well, within this challenge, the men… err… trannies get a little catty toward one another due to the fact that some of the queens look more like Oprah than others. As the challenge finally took place, it was disastrous to say the least. The contestants all looked like different versions of Oprah’s evil Las Vegas hooker tranny twin. After this challenge was done and the upper lip curling and trash talking between the queens had ceased, RuPaul had the gals put on their favorite drag outfit that best fits their tranny alter-ego and strut a catwalk in front of him and the other judges.

It’s hard to say what the rest of the season will entail, because I have never come across a show quite like this before. However, something that this show can promise you is a surplus of cattiness and drama. Although RuPaul’s drag race doesn’t air on VH-1 regularly, you can catch it on their website at www.vh1.com. Or you can tune into Logo on Monday evenings at 10 p.m. if you truly want to see some fabulously stunning men.

RuPaul’s Drag Race is the tranny version of America’s Next Top Model: Terrible, yet severely addicting.