I came across this installation at the corner of Sutter and Taylor. You can’t quite see it in the picture, but the chair is actually a rocking chair, the kind you’d put in a nursery. Hmm, rocking chair and ironing board, kicked to the curb. Did a woman get all Feminine Mystique and say, “Eff this shit, I’m getting a divorce and becoming a sea captain”? Or was this just a case of not being able to find a big enough trash can? I’d like to think the former. Interestingly, both the chair and ironing board are all white, just like a former ad hoc installation seen a block away a few months ago. I’m going to choose to take this as art. One woman’s junk is another’s arty statement on feminism.