Beacons of girl power and paragons of sisterhood recently have come out against the "F" word. The one term that should wholeheartedly, undoubtedly unite all women everywhere: feminism.
Women that have the ears of all and the hearts of many have deflected the word and denounced the label, claiming that it is too harsh. Shailene Woodley, Kelly Clarkson, and Carrie Underwood are just some of today’s leading ladies that have taken a stance against the very movement that is designed to support their opportunities, celebrate their success, and defend their rights. These backwards babes must not have seen The Vagina Monologues.
The Vagina Monologues is the fierce, honest, take-no-prisoners play where female empowerment knows no limit. Written by Eve Ensler and first performed in an Off Broadway production, The Vagina Monologues is a compilation of women’s experiences with their vaginas. The women talk about love, pain, rape, birth, orgasms, and much more. They reclaim the taboo, scream and yell to their heart’s content, and can’t resist a good penis punchline.
The show has teamed up with the V-Day Movement to end violence against women everywhere. As the cornerstone of the movement, The Vagina Monologues works relentlessly using x-rated words (some rhyming with runt) and graphic depictions of realities to call attention to a population tired of being pushed in every direction but forward.
The women ask hard-hitting questions that have been continuously stigmatized in our society. If your vagina could speak, what would she say? What would she wear? And why don’t most women know the answer to these questions? The show suggests it is because we haven’t taken the time to know, or maybe even to care.
The Vagina Monologues gives a voice to "the pussycats," "the poochies," "the kooters," "the Agora Portals," "the Comm Ave Directs." They give a voice to all the vaginas that have been injured, unloved, neglected, and written off. They even give a voice to the women who don’t wish to be considered a feminist despite their undeniable possession of a demeaned, underpaid, devalued "coochie snorcher."
Come to see "who run the world," bust the windows out of your car, and expect R-E-S-P-E-C-T at The Vagina Monologues, showing tonight through Saturday (February 4-6) at 8pm in McGuinn 121.