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What's especially funny to me is that, actual fecal matter aside, this stuff is SO overdone. I was having flashbacks the whole time to a performance I had to watch a girl do in college. It was the same damn thing, even down to the "agonizingly long problems opening her props" bit. In her case it was makeup products, and once she finally stopped fumbling with the various containers (symbolic of her inability to function with these complex tools of society, or someshit,) then she proceeded to stir her hand languidly in one of them while talking about her relationship with her mother, which devolved into baby-talk, then she started feebly smearing the makeup all over herself, and in the end pulled out a pair of scissors and cut off her clothes to reveal that she was wearing a diaper underneath.
I personally believe that all performance art stems from the assumption that the audience is stupid. Because obviously we really aren't understanding her when she whines "my life is shit," so maybe this collection of obvious visual aids will convince us.
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08-05-2010, 02:38 PM
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