3. I mean, UCLA is queer
Okay, okay, okay. I ADMIT IT. I hate UCLA. Loathe, despise, abhor. That’s because I am an alumna of – well, let’s just say a rival (private) school that is, in comparison to UCLA, like sunshine and rainbows and ice cream. Whereas UCLA is darkness and hurricanes and Spam. This disclaimer has been offered in the spirit of full disclosure, lest anyone think I am being less than transparent as I pick on the University of Satan Los Angeles, which has offered an academic gem known as “Queer Choreographies”:
“This course takes the rubric ‘queer choreographies’ as a challenge for scholars to grapple with cultural phenomena ranging from AIDS theater to performance art, body art, memorial events, protest marches, and that dizzying array of practices subsumed under the categories camp and drag. In the process, the terms ‘queer’ and ‘choreography’ will be redefined and reenergized.”
OMG, as the kids say. I think we can all agree that there is nothing that will reenergize the term “queer” like a quick frolic through “the categories camp and drag”! Where do we sign up?! And AIDS theater? Can I get season tickets?
Next: the queen of the UC’s unloads some serious stinkers…
