In 2016, I bought a ticket to a drag show that promised to recap the entire history of American democracy. It was a musical, it lasted 24 hours, and the audience was not supposed to leave. I almost skipped this marathon performance, which began the day after news broke that Donald Trump had bragged on video about grabbing women by the pussy. I was exhausted by the 24-hour news cycle of American politics, and unsure if I could take another 24 hours of the performance art version. But I dragged myself to a draughty warehouse theatre in Brooklyn, New York,...