Where she pole-danced in a Sasha Velour-inspired ensemble while ranting about queer theory, was less avant-garde performance art and more of a sloppy attempt to out-edgel her alt-drag contemporaries. Girl, the only thing you're manifesting is a one-way ticket to cringe city. Still, I gotta hand it to her: if nothing else, she's the reigning champ of turning capitalist grifts into high-brow queer nihilism.