Don’t forget to use lube
Forgetting the fact I’ve always joked about nakedness at Racodac since my interview (when I overheard a young lass being praised for saving someone’s project through appearing naked in it), I never considered being subjected to nakedness despite the slight arty nature of the course.
Obviously we’re all human adults and we should be able to observe our reproductive systems without adolescent sniggering. But I’m not a pretentious art twat so I find bouts of nakedness rather amusing - most of all when they’re least expected and/or unnecessary.
In Context Studies today we were shown the designs of various AIDS campaigns. AIDS itself is a serious issue and therefore not funny. But some of the tactics used in the designs were very funny, which created a weird air in the Lecture Hall where people wanted to laugh but didn’t for fear of acting out of place.
Backing up a couple of hours for another funny, Elliot S. and myself were caught in a giggle loop moment when one of our tutors knocked a hot beverage over on the table and remained seated in the spillage not realising the accident had taken place. What made matters worse was that this took place in the middle of a group critique, so the both of us were struggling not to laugh, but were also restricted as to where we could look away from the incident.
We both shared a giggle loop moment yesterday too - when we saw another of our tutors strutting his funky stuff. He wasn’t dancing, mind - he was just placing an empty cup down on a desk.
Oh, how we laughed.