It’s the late 1980s. I’m five years old, and Nana has signed us up for a two week course at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Then she took me to a gallery where we saw something called ‘Pubic Hair on Soap.’ It was exactly as it sounds.
It’s the late 1980s. I’m five years old, and Nana has signed us up for a two week course at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Then she took me to a gallery where we saw something called ‘Pubic Hair on Soap.’ It was exactly as it sounds.