The 1968 documentary The Queen is a cult classic documentary that shadows drag contestants competing in the 1967 Miss All-America Camp Beauty Contest. In all honesty, I couldn’t care less about the other 66 minutes of the documentary. It’s the 2 minutes of Crystal LaBeija dragging the corrupt organizers and contestants for me. It’s her aggressively complimenting Harlow (the winner) while eviscerating her makeup for me. It’s the unabashed confidence for me. It’s the black queer excellence for me. Crystal knows herself, her brand, and, clearly, her worth. Though she lost the pageant, she built an iconic house (The House of Labeija) and managed to be the only memorable/interesting thing in that documentary. She is a reminder that you don’t have to take the world’s shit. You don’t owe it your civility or graciousness, particularly when it has never done you the kindness of showing you the same. Rather than put up and shut up, Crystal should teach us that any disrespect is unacceptable and that it ought to come at the price of getting snatched bald.