at the WACK!: Art and the feminist revolution exhibit at PS1, I am looking at a piece by Lynda Benglis called “Odalisque (Hey, Hey Frankenthaler)” — seen here. an older man approaches alongside the piece and says, “How do you like my painting?”

I look away in the same manner that I might react when walking down the street and realizing I’ve just inadvertently made eye contact with a college-aged kid with a clipboard in hand. it’s a totally bizarre joke, and I’m just waiting for the “Do you have a minute to help [insert cause]?” equivalent when he unnecessarily clarifies, “It’s not really mine, but it is beautiful.”

there is really nothing at all to say in response.