...monologue on the Monologues

I went to see the Vagina Monologues last night with a couple of girlfriends. One friend, Margene, is very heavy into the theater, often acting as director, stage manager or actress. Our mutual friend, Jodie, a boisterous, extremely earthy actress, was a member of the troupe. Many people do not realize that the Monologues are put on in local areas as benefits to help abused and battered women. Much of the play has any woman, no matter what age, in tears from laughter. What we want to articulate and proclaim, yet only whisper to our girlfriends, is up there, out there, soft and loud, for all to hear.

Many times during the play, the tears were from sadness. A sadness that only a woman can relate with her sisters. I was extremely touched by the monologue from a woman who had been repeatedly raped, tortured and brutalized in Bosnia. Her innocence and love of life cruelly shattered, when her village was attacked. I urge any woman, no matter what age, to see this hysterical, yet poignant, discourse on the vagina (yes, I said it!) I would also strongly urge any man who has loved a woman or plans on loving a woman see it. It just might open his eyes a bit to who we really are.