Each of us had his own reason for coming to the Superdome on April 11-12. Renamed "Super Love," the stadium that became a national symbol for violence and neglect during Katrina was now hosting the 10-year anniversary extravaganza of V-Day, the annual vagina-themed observance to end abuse against women, the capstone of which features Eve Ensler's ubiquitous play, The Vagina Monologues.
Some of us probably came after we heard the ruckus that resulted when Monologues regular Jane Fonda dropped the c-bomb while publicizing the event on the Today Show. Others might have been drawn by Mayor Ray Nagin, ever game to embarrass his city, who welcomed Ensler and company by christening himself a "vagina-friendly mayor. I am in!" Still others just wanted to see Oprah, even if Oprah ended up bagging the event, leaving attendees settling for Oprah's best friend, Gayle.
But if there's one reason we all came, it was to celebrate our vaginas. Not me, necessarily. I don't have one, strictly speaking. But I know a lot of people who do. And I came to celebrate theirs.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
QOTD
Matt Labash in the May 5th Weekly Standard:
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> "vagina-friendly mayor. I am in!"
Oh, my.
The quips in response come so fast.
... literally
you know, men have traditionally been involved in something of a vagina monologue if the research on how often you guys think about sex is close to reality.
Very few women spend their time thinking about getting into a good vagina. Not that there's anything wrong with you guys doing it.
Where would we women be if you people lost interest? The problem is that we women want Jane and Eve to stay away from our vaginas.
M_O_M:
The best data sets I have are anything but a monologue. I just wish I were still collecting data at the same rate as when I was, say, 17.
Well if I were a leftist, that comment would make me run in circles waving my arms while screaming about the end of the world as we know it.
Since I'm not, I'll just nod sagely and mutter something about the way of all flesh.
> if the research on how often you guys think about sex is close to reality.
It isn't. We think about it waaay more often than that.
It's how we're programmed. Those guys who didn't think about it got shit-canned from the gene pool 100,000 generations ago.
> Very few women spend their time thinking about getting into a good vagina.
No, you think about how to get into a good bank account. That's how you're programmed: Food, Shelter, Warmth. The women who didn't think about those things constantly died in labor 100,000 generations ago.
(Note: those above are all broad, general statements. Individual participants must apply them with suitable consideration for their applicability in any individual circumstance)
> but vrey well-written piece
...unlike my comment, LOL.
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