At yesterday’s lecture at NYU, Fawzia Afzal Khan’s presentation was a reminder of how much I used to enjoy progressive theater--passionate debate, poseur-ish fakery, self-sacrificial integrity, relevant use of Talvin Singh’s “Traveler” and all.
And there wasn’t much by way of Q&A, the point of the presentation was quite Brechtian so that by the end, the audience had already been thoroughly meta-manipulated for a good cause.
Except that later--Khan, my new friend L, and I Q&A-ed about life, South Asian-ness, academia, dogma, and costume jewelry in the women’s room--as we took turns using the loo, washing our hands, and checking if the condom dispenser worked.
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