animal house

that old classic frat story is supposedly, based on mcmaster!

but no...this oft-used metaphor is my descriptor for another show at the MAC gallery, titled by its curator as 'the beast not found in verse'.

they have a half-dozen big and peculiarly photographed drawings by leesa streifler of bunny silhouettes occupied by lascivious fantasy. black and white and brooding all over they are. i thought of how the playboy bunny suit was recently redesigned in coutour leather. and i thought of the new telus ads on television, bunnies covering their eyes with their floppy ears as they watch cellular sports moments. see no evil and hear no evil, either. (and we all know bunnies don't talk). i felt the same fear and astonishment as when i was woken by a half-friend early in the morning during the evolve music festival in antigonish a year or so ago. he pushed a broken bunny against the screen window of my tent. these bunnies will not be infantilized!

once i was babysitting, i cannot recall the city or the time, and the child was sleeping and i found an old book of canonical feminism in the living room and read of gloria steinem's adventures as a playboy bunny. What an inquisitive little anthropologist she was! but i was so confused. it is all so confusing. it is confusing to want what you don't put on a face to want, it is confusing to not put on the face of what you want, too.