Calling all women of color.
“The Vagina Monologues” wants you.
That’s the message students have heard in the past weeks, as the annual show has opted to bring women of color center stage, while planning to leave many white women behind the curtains.
But many other students who participated in previous shows said women of color have stayed away from the play because they believe the script portrays minorities negatively.
“We can’t change the words of the script, but we can change the way the words are presented,” said Lauren Whitehead, director of the show this school year. “The script is flawed in its attempt to give all women a voice because it seems to give certain women certain voices. I often wonder why angry vaginas can’t be white and happy vaginas can’t be Asian,” she said.
Longtime readers know I have issues – loud ones with The Vagina Monologues and the way it is used to (gag me) “empower” women while (gag me more) deconstructing St. Valentine’s Day, a lovely day of chocolate and more chocolate and corny love poems, into “V” day – all about how women are Victims of Violence from those troublesome men that folks like MoDowd say we don’t really need.
Now we have to read about happy and angry vaginas?
Honestly, this makes me want to plop my giddy vagina down in a bucket of Guinness and let it slurp away, until it’s singing “When Irish Eyes are Smiling” and whistling the refrain. And don’t think it can’t do that! I have an astonishingly supple and good-natured, warrior vagina that can smack the hell out of all the sappy, happy, whiney and anggrrrry vaginas around here, without even trying. Kegel muscles, baby, they rock!