Leah McLaren is disappointed by the apparent settling down of some of the crazy performance artists she heard about in high school but never saw, and is still too classy to go see now.
Having endured Leah's performance in the Tish Cohen thing below, I think I can safely say that a public viewing of Annie Sprinkle's cervix is a lot farther down the scale of ick.
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