"The All-American Man"
- November 23
Over the last five weeks, we've seen challenge after
challenge testing 14 men in what it takes to be the
All-American Man, not knowing that in order to be the
all-American Man, you would have to be a lady. Now, only
three remain:
After one wedding and a funeral, we're left with
Albert/Alberta, Donnell/Raven, and David/Wynonna, as
they head to the pageant to end all pageants.
Last time, you remember,
Donnell was outed for using his tape recorder to further
himself in the game. Just a reminder: you can't trust
anybody. Now, case #2: Dave's notebook is gone. Donnell
didn't see it, although he likes the fact that he's
paranoid now.
Another delivery: the
final challenge... a full-blown pageant. David's
insecure, Albert looks about as good as a guy in a dress
CAN look. Immediately afterwards, we have a pageant
advisor, complete with Vaseline, tweezers, hairspray for
your eyebrows, round band-aids for your headlights,
hemmorhoidal cream to reduce puffiness, and the
all-important "What goes on in the dressing room stays
in the dressing room."
Then they get their
interview question: "What as a lady have you learned
about being a man?" That in the back of their head as
the adviser gives her sum-up: Albert: Southern charm.
Donnell: the diva. Dave: the sleeper.
From there, it's to the
designers to pick out dresses. Donnell gets confidence
to go with a dress that reveals his manly arms. Albert
likes a low v-cut. Dave goes with drapes, which he
admits doesn't match up on a feminine tone with the
others. "You can put sugar on dog poop and it's still
dog poop."
Albert decides to wash
his breasts. I'll leave some time for you to giggle like
a school girl.
Next day, it's time for
a dance number... four minutes long. If the
choreographer looks familiar, she should. Carrie Ann
Inaba was on the premiere of "In Search of the Partridge
Family." Every good dance number should have a few
backups, but this one doesn't just have any backup
dancers. The ladies are reunited with their former
compatriots... this time as men. Well, almost all of
them. Cree was unable to join them because of a family
emergency. Well, after the last show, we all know what
THAT means.
Fun will be had in a
bit, but first, it's time to dance... with heels. And
that goes for everyone. Ryan has his booty dance.
Everyone else... "They looked horrible." Carrie Ann
expects improvement tomorrow.
The six head back to the
dollhouse as the returns reminisce about modeling shots.
Enough of that. Time to practice! Needless to say... one
night is NOT enough. Meanwhile, Dave and Albert think
about the question, which has really become harder to
answer. "This is the quarter million dollar question,
and if I have to stay up all night to answer it, I'm
going to."
So here we are at the
final day, as the guys leave the Dollhouse once and for
all.
Six hours left: the guys
practice one last time... Have they gotten it? Yep. So
while they go one more time, another figure pops up for
one more go on his own... It's Cree. "What is this, like
Moulin Rouge gone bad?" The seven are whole again, but
not yet one. Who will be the one? Donnell wants to do
better than everyone else. Dave wants to do his best.
Albert... just reflects on his time.
Well time's up... It's
showtime! It's your standard pageant, and your standard
judges, and your standard significant others are in the
crowd as well. BTW, all seven... are decked in drag,
Sunshine, Scarlett, Giselle, Raven, Wynonna, and
Alberta... wait a sec, where's Carmen? Ah, here he is.
Now it's time to face
the judges in the evening wear, but first, Morgan never
thought that something so silly could've been so much
fun. Debbie can't believe how much the guys believed in
the process. John... hoped they learned something from
it. Now, we get to evening wear.
Donnell: "Behind every
great man is a great woman. Behind Donnell, there's
Raven Nightshade." Plans for the money: running a fat
camp.
Dave: "In this
situation, I think we removed all the manly bravado. I'm
taking home a deeper understanding for my wife." Plans
for the money: secure future for the family.
Albert: "I'm going to
take so much home." Plans for the money: pay his
mother's bills and buy his girlfriend an engagement
ring.
And now, the moment of
truth: the quarter million dollar question: "What as a
lady have you learned about being a man?"... as asked by
their significant others, Nehlia, Diana, and Jeanne.
Raven: Well, I'm a guy
in a dress. My feet hurt, my bra itches, and my scalp is
on fire. My respect for women has risen enormously. In
the last few weeks, I've literally walked miles in high
heel mocassins. It's given me a strong, more
compassionate man. I would've never done it if it
weren't for the help of this woman right here.
Alberta: I've learned
that I need a deep sense of patience. I'm kinda selfish,
but we had femininity shoved down our throats. I've
always heard that patience is a virtue and through
Alberta, it's been personified.
Finally, Wynonna: I have
learned that you can take men who under different
circumstances be macho and put them in another situation
where there is no need for bravado or manliness and find
them to be caring and compassionate. I've also learned
that men's obsession with external beauty can be hurtful
when the greater beauty inside is missed or ignored.
Finally, a lady as a man can find a greater reward than
$250,000 to take home from this contest... the greater
respect of a wife or loved one, or lifelong friendships
that were forged under the strangest of circumstances.
So now comes the
question: which one of these men is lady enough to win?
At stake: $250,000. After giving all three finalists
props, Tony just says, as he did in the beginning, "May
the best man win." The second runner-up... Raven! The
first runner-up... and of course, should the winner be
unable to finish his term for whatever reason, the first
runner-up gets it. First runner-up is... Alberta!
Dave... err... Wynonna... uh... WHOEVER, you just won
$250,000!
"I knew he could do it!"
Jeanne says. My sentiments exactly. The ugly girl won...
and all she did was be herself... or himself... or
something. Well, that was one of the schmaltziest
endings ever.
But I guess it was
innocent fun, and hey, if it takes dressing like a woman
to be the all-American man, then hell, I'm all for it.
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