Is anyone else exhausted all the time? Every day, we wake up to bad news about who wants to kill us, who has already died and how they’re going to kill us next. There are so many disasters that I don’t even know what to protest anymore. When it all seems like too much, Drag Race reminds us to sit down, unwind, shout “yaaaas,” and wave our fingers at the latest wig reveal. You’ll burn out if you don’t blow off a little steam, and nothing injects you with joy like that final runway.