NY Mirror  Today's enterprising young drag queens exist mainly
to appear on HBO, host their own nights at Times Square comedy
clubs, or be interviewed in the Abercrombie & Fitch catalog.
They have agents, cell phones, trainers, and pension plans. On
the nightlife scene, I sometimes feel like a ringmaster without
a circus, but fortunately, they all crawl back on kneepads
whenever there's a chance to accept—or even present some kind of
award. I show up too, still feeling that, for every
overpublicized Moomba or Canteen filled with "real" women who
vomit their food, I need to further promote the healthy gender
pretenders, the ones who hold their meals—and penises—down with
alacrity.  The strappers and tuckers all came together at the
Glammy Awards at Life, a drag celebration that was so fab and
all-encompassing I think it's still going on. But let's catch up
with the Best Alternative Artist nominee who was cool enough to
not even show up—a shocking new drag-phenom twist named *BOB*.
This little lady is a female