And what a delightful little microscope it is. Walk into the gallery and you find you've entered some sort of S&M toy store gone wrong, with a blow-up of the butcher shop image taking up most of the facing wall. That's the calm before the storm.

Walk into the main gallery, and you've got a whole row of talking vaginas, wolves with daggers for tongues (that's original) graphic plastic surgery photos, a panty explosion (by an artist named EV Day who I usually really like) and a skeleton lounging on a bed. The brochure says confrontational and edgy. I got neither. Edgy...I've seen more shocking shit on the Discovery Channel, and confrontational? Try pissed. There's more anger coming from this show than anything I've ever been to, and the work's not interesting enough to make me care why.

The last room was the icing on the cake. Aside from various photos of naked women on Ferris Wheels, and dolls sticking out of stomachs, there was a cute little playhouse you can walk into. Enter and see a whole wall of burlesque imagery, done up scrapbook/family photo-style...ok. Turn to walk out...whoa, a few hundred gay porn shots, all with above average genitalia. Yup, that was the icing on the cake. Thanks for that.

I don't usually write about shows to rag on them, and I'll probably read a couple dozen reviews telling me how wrong I am, but I thought this sucked...wasn't for me. But who really gives a shit what I think. I'll bet none of them would be too thrilled with this blog, so we're even.

PS: Coming home on the subway, I stood next to Miles from Risky Business. Kinda made the trip complete, in a "what the fuck" kind of way.