It was one of those women's studies classes
Or a 'gender theory' one; I can't remember which exactly, but I do know it was one of the ones I avoided on the grounds that I have a very low tolerance for preachy types. A friend was intrigued, though, so she signed up. Halfway through the term, she was so tired of the politically-correct-to-the-point-of-being-patronising-fuckwits kind of attitude displayed by 90% of the rest of the class that she decided a little something special was in order. Checking the syllabus, she made a plan.

For the assignment of a mini-lecture on gender and appearance or the like she entered dressed in a suit, started giving her presentation. . .and then began a striptease, continuing the mini-lecture all the while. Quite Pythonesque, aside from her being a very pretty girl who looked nothing at all like Terry Jones -- can't say I complained when she asked me to help with the rehearsals. I'm told some of the most obnoxious ones were terribly offended (as she'd anticipated), but the professor saw the humour. The rest of the class saw slightly less than they'd probably have liked to see! And no, I have no pictures. Not of that one, anyway. . . .
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Fri 14 Aug 2009, 19:53, Reply)