I really don't like cerise and magenta all that much. There is nothing in me that has a 17-inch waist. I didn't learn much from wearing a dress, maybe a degree more empathy from wimn who wear culturally imposed garments, but no earthshaking transformation. Maybe a few things from those who dressed me. The Breitenbush Gathering especially has become more of a drag show than a healing circle, all slick and professional.
Drag shows seem to be the highest aesthetic.
Only broad comedy goes down in no-talent shows. A few exceptions, say, who appreciate Bach or Shakespeare, or anything that has some intellectual depth to it. Goes and in hand with anti-intellectualism. Inherits it from contemporary materialist values. Extremes of flakiness and non-commitment.