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Destiny’s Child tomorrow! The last time I saw the Child in 2002, I was mighty sore from our encounter with the cops at May Day, with my ill-advised State of Emergency intervention, in which we engaged with the permanent state of emergency by supposedly creating our own, Benjaminian-style — becoming “emergency workers of the world” by wearing orange overalls. In practice, it was a matter of the cops saying “oooh, look at those troublemakers in the ridiculous orange overalls — let’s kick their heads in!”; I didn’t learn my lesson until later that year at the WTO convergence, when I think Hon gingerly said to me, “um, I’m sick of getting beaten up — I think we should take these overalls off now”.

Oh, here’s what I wrote about that show a couple of years ago:

We went and saw them a year ago. Kelly totally rocked! And so many twelve year old girls in the same room — crazy! Then we stood outside the side entrance of the Entertainment Centre for half an hour afterwards, waiting for them to get into their limos. Beyonce gave her handbag to a fan! We screamed a lot! How many exclamation marks can I use?! The Child of Destiny. The crisis of teleology. There must be a link, right?? The bastard child, faithless to origins, launching into a line of flight. Throw your hands up at me.

Yes, I am that embarrassing.

[ tags: destinys-child, pop, teleology, walter-benjamin, wto, may-day, kelly-rowland, police, overalls, beyonce, handbag ]