The single most interesting fact about the second season of RuPaul's Drag Race was that my son absolutely adored it. My kiddo is mildly gender-bendy because his hair is below his shoulders, but in most other ways, he's very boy. He has been primped, primed, and preened to understand that gender and sexuality are choices and his parents respect more diversity than he can probably imagine. However, though he's vegetarian, athiest, and long-haired, he is also a soccer and videoplaying BOY. Straight up gym shoes and t-shirts with nothing flowery or even androgynous except the occasional elegant dragon on it. He watches Naruto and ignores all female characters unless important for plot and getting to all the evil villains, several of whom -- including his favorite Deidara -- look entirely like girls to me. Anyway, I digress. Maybe.
We watched most of season two, or maybe from about midpoint on, and he was entirely into the cut-throat competition and picking which ones he thought were best and questioning judges and not boggling or baffled after the first episode we watched where it was clear these were men dressing not even as women but in High Drag. He loved every minute of the tension and trials and contests and dishing.
And ok. I'll watch the Drag U show I bet anyway.