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First off, condragulations, sweetie!

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Pop off your heels and treat yourself to a vodkatonic, because you did it!

Lets start with Trixies win.

Ill begin by saying this: Trixie is a nice girl.

Shes sharp and funny, and eatssandwiches.

Shes doing great in the real world with her own Viceland TV show alongside formerAll StarKatya.

But this competition isnt about how well youre doing IRL.

And yet, somehow Trixie was in the top two alongside pageant staple Kennedy Davenport, because twist!

(Miraculously, Thorgy is the only one who had some sense and voted for Shangela.

Thorgy, we see you.)

Everything about this season felt rushed.

The production has been sloppy and harried; the challenges were underwritten.

There was a Warhol tribute where you dress up as a … soup can?

Instead,All Stars 3filled that time (and then some) with ever-increasing sniping between the contestants.

But why were we even doing anotherAll Starsseason, anyway?

VH1 seems hell-bent on wringing every dollar and ounce of joy out of this show.

(Top Chefis an excellent model.

Maybe part of the issue is thatAll Stars 2set new heights the show couldnt reach.

The challenges were brilliant and allowed the contestants to show off what they could do.

DuringAll Stars 2, every moment seemed titanic, and you could feel just how tight the competition was.

Even the drama was better crafted as a result.

Phi Phi OHara had the true face crack of the century when she saw Alyssa Edwards return.

This isnt Miss Congeniality.

Its not about whose career will be best served by winning.

The judges didnt help, either.

moment or Tom Colicchiostyle dad lecture.

Instead, they mostly threw softballs this entire season and spent the final runway gassing each contestant up.

Remember the delight of seeing Sharon Needles step out as a post-apocalyptic zombie during her first runway?

Or when Ongina came out as HIV positive?

Or Shangelas stand-up comedy routine as Laquifa the postmodern pimp-ho?