As Karen Finley reclines on a striped recamier, her satin dress hiked up to her waist, legs crossed coyly, she intones, "You respect me for all my values, you respect me for everything I've done for feminism, everything I've done for the uterus." She continues her litany, adding what she's done for politics and freedom of expression, then concludes, "but I just look at you and I want you to fuck my fucking brains out." Call the Coast Guard, fourth-wave... More >>>