
This is the fairest thing to do.” In other words, while Ongina isn’t technically removing herself from the competition, she’s making everyone’s decision a lot easier. But you don’t have to deliberate with me, because deserve to go home tonight.

I know I have the hunger, I have the drive, I want to be here so bad. Ongina makes sure of that by breaking down in tears backstage, telling the group, “I have so much more to give, and I want to give it. India, Mariah and Ongina make up this week’s bottom three, and it’s immediately evident that this elimination is going to be drama tique. It’s like a sexy biology lesson, and it earns Shea her well-deserved first win of the season. But no one commands the judges’ attention quite like Shea, who serves “Nubian goddess realness” in a skin-tight bodysuit that accentuates (and illuminates) all the right parts. The whole thing feels like a rough draft.įortunately, the contestants get a second shot to shine via this week’s runway, themed “Love the Skin You’re In.” Cracker embraces her inner “Jewish princess,” Mayhem hits the stage literally dripping (nay, oozing!) in glamour, and Alexis gets everyone’s attention in a leather dress designed in her skin tone. The final product is… I don’t know… fine? The song is cute, but the costumes have no discernible connection to the crushes being mentioned, and only a few queens - including Blair, who opts to lust after Hannibal Lecter, and Jujubee, who invites John Stamos to fill up her house - actually make the judges laugh. India recruits Jujubee and Alexis Mateo, Blair snatches up Cracker and Mayhem, and Shea picks Mariah Paris Balenciaga poor Ongina is then added to Shea and Mariah’s team by default. Clair with little hesitation, and all three are named team captains for this week’s maxi challenge, a show-stopping musical tribute to each of the queens’ celebrity crushes.


The shade continues when RuPaul asks last week’s winner, India Ferrah, to reveal which queens she considers her biggest competitors.

And while Ongina appears too taken aback to stand up for herself, Jujubee has no problem summing up the group’s collective feelings about Cracker with three little words: “Go to bed.” Side-eyeing abounds as the queens attempt to figure out where the tuck this is coming from.
