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Judy Chicago’s The Dinner Party studio was a highly professional, effective, and serious working environment—except during their weekly potluck dinners. Every Thursday night, studio volunteers gathered to read and discuss feminist texts, share personal stories, and sustain each other with food. Join us for a final curator tour of Roots of The Dinner Party: History in the Making tonight at 5:30 pm during First Saturday to get one last look into the making of this iconic feminist work, before it closes on Sunday.

Thursday Night Potluck, 1978. Courtesy of Through the Flower Archive.

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The wait is officially over! We’re so excited to welcome David Bowie is ticketholders to enjoy a complete audiovisual experience into Bowie’s personal archive through more than 500 objects from across his five-decade long career. Select weekends are now sold out, but don’t worry–this feast for the senses runs through July 15.

Visit bit.ly/bowiebkm to secure your spot today!

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Go Home!, ed. Rowan Hisayo Buchanan (The Feminist Press) “Where is it that Japanese-Chinese-Scottish-English-American people come from?” Rowan Hisayo Buchanan wonders after being yelled at by a str…

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‘Oh God, What Happened Last Night?’ Says Groggy Mike Pence After Waking Up In Same Bed As Wife

WASHINGTON—Experiencing a rising sense of dread as he opened his eyes Friday morning and noticed the woman asleep beside him, a groggy and confused Vice President Mike Pence reportedly muttered, “Oh God, what happened last night?” upon waking up in the same bed as his wife. “This is Karen’s bed—what have I done?” said a visibly panicked Pence, his fear increasing as he discovered that he was completely naked except for his underwear and pajama pants, while second lady Karen Pence wore no socks or nightcap, her feet and head completely nude. “We didn’t, did we? I mean, I don’t think we did, but I’m not a hundred percent sure. Oh, no, no, no. C’mon, Mike, what’s gotten into you? How could you be so reckless? What on earth were you thinking having that second glass of milk last night? You idiot! You better just hope you didn’t do anything you’ll regret.” At press time, sources reported the vice president was praying that no one would see him as he quietly snuck out of his wife’s bedroom and stumbled back to his own quarters, where he immediately showered in a futile attempt to wash away his shame.

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WASHINGTON, DC— Citing an overwhelming desire to see a dozen or so identically dressed teenage Korean girls sing close pedal-point harmonies while executing impossibly precise choreography, sources across the nation confirmed Friday they were excited for some completely insane K-pop shit to occur during the opening ceremony of the 2018 Winter Olympics in Pyeongchang. “I’ll bet they have a bunch of totally fucking nuts lasers and at least one instrument I’ve never heard of before,” 28-year-old marketing analyst Owen McGillen said of the highly anticipated live performance, which all viewers assume will feature an assortment of attractive, young, government-subsidized cultural training-center graduates serenading giant, plush versions of Olympic white tiger mascot Soohorang while dressed in corseted versions of various athletic uniforms. “You just know that those songs are going to be catchy as hell and will probably feature a recognizable English phrase in the chorus, like “Race to you,” or ‘Melt my heart,’ and I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole group takes flight on wires at some point and just soars above thousands of screaming, crying Olympians. It’s gonna be bonkers.” As of press time, K-pop experts agreed it was “fairly likely” that the spunky ladies would remove their headsets during the third-chorus key change and switch to handheld microphones for a crazy-ass rap verse about achieving your gold-medal best.

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Accompanying the wealth of symbolism in the plates and runners, the Heritage Panels, displayed outside the installation, detail the significance of all 1,038 women in The Dinner Party, linking the individuals on the Heritage floor with those on the place settings based on era and occupation, or shared experience. This outlet for the extensive research performed byJudy Chicago and her volunteers lends context to the work, and supports Chicago’s desire to highlight the underrepresented role of women in western history.

Posted by Isabella Kapur Judy Chicago (American, born 1939). Heritage Panel, 1974–79. Collages with photographs, cut paper, and watercolor, Other (2002.10-D12): 57 ½ x 70 ¾ in. (146.1 x 179.7 cm). Brooklyn Museum, Gift of The Elizabeth A. Sackler Foundation, 2002.10-D. © artist or artist’s estate (Photo: Brooklyn Museum, 2002.10-D_heritage_panel_view1_R1004630_10-001.jpg) | Final Image: Panels from The Dinner Party Installed at UCLA, 1979. Hand-colored photo murals. Brooklyn Museum, Gift of the Elizabeth A. Sackler Foundation. Courtesy the artist. © 2017 Judy Chicago / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York. (Photo: Donald Woodman)

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NEW YORK—In response to numerous complaints regarding recent delays and route changes to the city’s public transportation system, Metropolitan Transit Authority officials at a press conference Monday reminded residents that they can fucking walk. “While we always do our best to avoid inconveniencing our customers, city residents should be aware that at any time, they are more than welcome to get off their asses and use their two fucking feet to reach destinations,” said MTA spokesperson Reggie Dawes, adding that the city’s comprehensive street grid system is easily accessible on foot “for any lazy bastard” and should be used as an alternative method of transportation if customers are unable to wait “10 extra goddamn minutes” for their train or bus. “We apologize to anyone frustrated by interruptions in service of our incredibly intricate 24-hour transportation system that provides fast commutes in relative ease and comfort, but remember, you can always just shut the hell up and take a fucking hike. You know what else connects to major locations all over the city? The sidewalk, you ungrateful pieces of shit.” At press time, the MTA announced that multiple train and bus lines were running behind schedule and stressed that if commuters didn’t leave early enough or plan accordingly, it was not their fucking problem.