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Many would argue that Washington City Paper’s “Performance Art” listings belong in the “Comedy” section. Mean, sure, but there’s a reason performance art is so hard to take seriously. Judith Anne Smith’s “Second Opinion: A Woman’s Quest for Natural Healing,” for instance, promises to explore “the strands that tie uterine fibroid tumors to suppressed creativity.” Smith’s piece is one of three that comprise an evening of in-progress performance works titled “Lemme Show You My Etchings…” (Smith can think what she wants, but I happen to know that gynecological ills don’t necessarily hamper creativity; one art-major friend completed a large-scale, pastel-on-paper work called “Chlamydia Summer” between doses of tetracycline.) Theatre du Jour’s “Tower of Babel” and Peggy Brennan’s “Lemme Show You My Etchings, Please” complete the program at 7 p.m. at the Capitol Hill Arts Workshop, 545 7th St. SE. $6. (202) 547-6839. (Nicole Arthur)