Every year on or around Valentine’s Day, people all over the world participate in the V Day movement – a movement to end violence against women inspired by Eve Ensler’s play, The Vagina Monologues. The movement is often criticized for “hi-jacking” Valentine’s Day, which is supposed to be a day for love and romance.
I don’t see why the two can’t co-exist. Violence against women thrives best in a culture where women are perceived and treated as “less than”. In a true, loving relationship, that does not exist. Yay for love… boo for violence…
It’s an important reminder – having respect and love for one another in our relationships…
Also, nothing says love like celebrating a vagina – yours, or someone else’s.
Here’s my own vagina monologue:
You’ve called me ‘pussy’ or ‘cunt’ like somehow feminine parts equals negative qualities.
Yet, no one dares to use it’s real name… ‘She Who Must Not Be Named’. No one stands and points and says ‘You VAGINA’!
The weight of that word is too much…
It holds too much…
It means too much…
The secret strength of the universe in the softest spot of a woman.
The vagina is warm. The vagina is muscle – it stretches, it contracts, it tears and heals with no band aid.
The vagina is durable… deceptively strong. It’s strength is in it’s softness. It doesn’t grow hard. It doesn’t grow hard… therefore it cannot snap.
The vagina cannot snap.
Life will try… but the vagina doesn’t break.
It does not shatter.
Love it. Celebrate it. Pound it if I say you can.
It takes a licking and keeps on ticking.
You either have one, came from one, or want to play with one.
It asks respect…
and for the love of all, when you use the last of the toilet paper, put a new roll on…
because something so grand should never ever
PS – This monologue is really more of a “spoken word” piece – it begs to be said out loud… especially if you’re sitting at a desk or cubicle right now. Speak from your diaphragm.
PPS – You should write your own vagina monologue too. Let me know if you do… I’ll read it out loud – promise.