A good and hilarious analysis of Professional Wrestling and White America by huck [at] suck [dot] com. Very funny. The hypothesis here also applies well to white glam-metal bands like Guns & Roses and the mid-80s Van Halen.
[…] Like porn and heavy metal, the two other great arts of the white working-class, professional wrestling is an extremely static enterprise, indisposed to all but the most subtle tweaks to its basic formula.
In short (or perhaps, more accurately, in purple Spandex briefs), wrestling is drag for straight men, it’s Wigstock starring Hardcore Holly instead of the Boybar Beauties. Its main attractions primp and preen and shake their greasy, Botticellian mullets with so much histrionic enthusiasm that they make RuPaul look like a blushing wallflower. And for suburban Joe Sixpacks who never read Details in the early ’90s and thus lack the quetero panache of their big-city brethren, it’s a revelation. They, too, can shine! They, too, can experiment with fashion and express their creative side and dream about showing the world what bitchy, narcissistic divas they truly are.