“Global” Anything = Minus

Mo pointed out Roberta Smith’s amazing review of the Global Feminisms exhibit at the BKLYN art museum – she panned it not just cause the title and concept are wonky, last-ditch edutainment and fake-inclusive / fake-“thesis,” but cause it apparently bored the shit out of her. Review also includes a more eloquent explanation of why I disdain the concept of The Dinner Party, beyond “I am not trying to look at other women’s parts”:
“Most of the work here is essentialist, body-oriented and familiar to the point of old-fashioned. Again and again and again women fall back on making art from the thing nearest at hand that separates them from men: their bodies — and often echo their predecessors rather literally. One example will suffice: Ana Mendieta’s charged earthwork/performance art is absent from the exhibition because the artist was born before 1960. Instead we have younger artists doing work similar to hers. Some, like Bernie Searle, take possession; others, like Iskra Dimitrova, offer tame indoor versions of Mendieta’s.”
Smith also says the exhibit implies women are the only ppl who can make feminist art, or that feminist art is only defined by its thesis statement as “feminist art” (c.f. John Lennon and Yoko Ono respectively for excellent, if obvious, examples to the contrary).
P.S. I only like art if it is wearable, on YouTube or going to get me PAID.