That’s how it usually goes, anyway, but Diana Oh’s messy-beautiful new show — the logorrheically titled “{my lingerie play} 2017: THE CONCERT AND CALL TO ARMS!!!!!!!!! The Final Installation” — makes its own rule about that. It’s a slightly miraculous gesture, and in its blend of compassion, defiance and practicality it’s emblematic of Ms. Oh’s show, a glitter bomb of feminist and queer protest that feels just right for this cultural moment.
