My brain = porridge

[blamebrampton]

I've not had a good memory since I was hit in the head by two tonnes of taxi in the '90s, it's like a library after a cyclone up there. So I rely on external sources.

Does anyone have any idea who I am talking about when I say that I vaguely remember the story of a French woman who was so disgusted at the treatment she was receiving in a meeting that she silently took the hat of the man who was oppressing her, squatted over it and urinated freely.

I had a vague idea it was Colette or Anais Nin, but Google is no help, and the brain? She is porridge. In fact this woman may not even be French. Though she is definitely a woman. Or was, she could be mouldering by now.

Anyone?

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[not-an-elf.livejournal.com]

reminds me of an act at the melbourne fringe festival once....
Are you sure you're not mixing up bastille day with performance art?

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

YES! And Nin was mid-20th century, not Revolutionary. Why were you watching people wee in Melbourne? Do I really want to know the answer to that?