 So I'm in Phoenix in the late 90s at a downtown art gallery back when downtown there was totally deserted. And I'm doing some performance art. I can't remember what it was, except that we were using maxi pads to antagonize people. They were brand new, clean maxi pads fresh out of the wrapper. But maybe that was the problem. Maybe our concept wasn't edgy enough. That night, our feminist performance was not celebrated with the enthusiasm we had hoped for.