Camp is everything in quotation marks: ‘It’s not a lamp, but a “lamp”; not a woman, but a “woman”.’
Camp ‘reeks of self-love,’ it’s not kidding. Camp is standing in front of you in a ‘dress made of three million feathers’ saying, in all earnestness: ‘Don’t fuck with me fellas… This ain’t my first time at the rodeo.’*
Camp is Lady Gaga stabbing herself during her 2009 VMA performance of Paparazzi.
Camp is Barbra Streisand demanding a black microphone be painted off white for her 2003 appearance on Oprah–‘It’s actually awf-white. To match my awf-white sweater.’ Ugh, Barbra, I too live and die for simplicity and monochromatic frames.
Camp is Faye Dunaway screaming ‘NO. WIRE. HANGERSSS!!!’ in Mommie Dearest, the iconic overacted Joan Crawford biopic written by Crawford’s daughter herself.
Camp is Kurt screaming ‘It’s just a moist towelette!’ at Finn in the Gaga episode.
Camp is Oscar Wilde dedicating an entire novel to the beauty of one boy.
Camp is SJP beating Big with her wedding bouquet in the middle of the NYC streets after he leaves her at the altar – come on, she wore a BIRD ON HER HEAD for him.
Camp is so bad that it’s good. It’s showing all the way up, being so invested and committed to your delusions that you convince everybody that this is your world and they are just living in it.
*References from Susan Sontag’s seminal manifesto on Camp, ‘Notes On Camp’.