The
Vagina Monologues can be hilariously entertaining and disgustingly
offensive. It can be a source of
fundraising for women’s anti-violence groups and a source of endless heated
disputes. Without question it is a
complex topic with many angles and viewpoints.
Personally
I found “I Was Twelve, My Mother Slapped Me”, “My Angry Vagina”, and “The
Flood” extremely funny. A few women
performed “I Was Twelve…” which described different reactions to the first
menstrual period as experienced by girls and young women of varying ages. Wrongs against the vagina were rattled off in
“My Angry Vagina”. The wrongs included
things such as metal speculums, tampons, and douches. These two pieces were entertaining to me
because I could relate to certain aspects of each. However, I enjoyed “The Flood” for a
different reason. This piece was about
an older woman that stated she closed off access to “down there” after a humiliating
incident she experienced as a young girl on a date with a boy. I couldn’t relate to this woman’s experience
at all, but the lack of connection coupled with the delivery of this story made
it enjoyable. Although, in retrospect,
it’s frustrating that she would allow one incident to control such an important
aspect of her life.
Now
flipping to the other side of the coin; “The Little Coochie Snorcher That
Could” was offensive and a disservice to the homosexual community. If an underlying reason of this piece was to
draw attention to homosexual issues, then it was done in extremely poor taste. This event was a one night stand, but even if
this encounter developed into a long term commitment the action is still not
justified. The monologue recounts
multiple sexually traumatic incidents a young girl experienced during
childhood. The woman relays her first
sexual experience, at the age of sixteen, with an older woman. Although the monologue speaks of this event
in a positive and consensual light it doesn’t escape the fact that it was
statutory rape and involved the intoxication of a minor. Statutory rape occurs between same sex
individuals and heterosexuals, but the point is these actions are not typical
or representative of either community at large.
This teen has a history of sexual attacks by males, but suddenly it’s
presumed acceptable when she’s violated by a successful woman with an air of “don’t
fret over the age technicality”. The
older woman goes on to instruct the teen in masturbation as an alternative to
reliance on a man for sexual pleasure.
The implication of this “lesson” is that heterosexuality and
masturbation are the norm for sexual pleasure while homosexuality is abnormal
and taboo. It’s reprehensible!
The
complexity of The Vagina Monologues is easily noted by anyone that has ever
watched it. In one light, the audience
can find a connection to the women represented on stage which makes it
difficult to light the torches and bring out the pitchforks, especially, when
proceeds of this show aid a very worthy cause.
In another light, it can be one more offensive weapon forged in the
fires ignorance and bias. The contention
continues.
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