In Nao’s Indigurrito, she invites white men to come up onstage and absolve themselves of 500 years of the white man’s guilt by eating a burrito. Then she fastens the burrito onto her crotch.
What if we had a Haverford version of Indigurrito? The food item would have to be with the DC’s classic “whipped potatoes.” The crime in question would have to be years of constraining, Quakerly, PC liberalism.
Nao could invite Haverfordians onstage to release themselves from their smothering progressive ways by eating mashed potatoes. Then she could place the mashed potatoes inside her mouth and force the unsuspecting audience members to bring their lips up close to hers. They would have to free themselves through the very instrument that caused their stifled silence. They would have to physically ingest their liberation, in a very new and uncomfortable way. Hopefully, they might finally be able to let out the words they have been pressing deep down in their minds and in the pits of their stomachs.