I think every outrageous performer today owes a little something to Harris Glenn Milstead, the man behind the eyebrows that was Divine.

Today would have been his 66th birthday.

I remember when he died.  A friend of mine told me on our way to school, we talked about him and the movies we had seen and of course the dog crap scene.

So pour a little out for Divine this weekend, in that dirty drag bar in heaven, or wherever he is.  Until then:

In other news, I am actively cultivating R’s obsession with The Gossip and Beth Ditto one youtube video at a time:

He actually called this one “so cute.”  I’m gonna cram the shuffle he uses on his runs full of The Gossip and Beth Ditto as a reward.