Every so often, I google myself to make sure I’m aware of all the trash-talkin’ smackdown happenin’ ’bout me. Thankfully, it’s only usually Mr. Diva who litters lies about me on Facebook and whatnot. For example? I DID NOT eat 3/4ths of a pumpkin pie this weekend, thankyouverymuch. It was, like, mayyyybe 7/8ths, which we all know is WAY FARTHER DOWN the fractional chain. DO YOUR MATH, BABY. (And, uh, un-tag me in that photo where you can see my butt. It looks big.)
Anyhoo. This recent news article in the Ottawa Citizen prompted yet another search this weekend, because AS IF I’M NOT PARANOID ENOUGH. Thankfully though, most of the stuff I found is rather benign and uninteresting. So for a lark I thought I’d see instead what came back when I type in “Ottawa Diva”. You know. BASIC RESEARCH I SHOULD HAVE DONE WHEN I STARTED THIS BLOG. And lo and behold! What did I find? Photos from the 2005 Ottawa Drag Diva contest.
The resemblance? It’s uncanny.
