The Vagina Monologues

4.5/5 stars

I wanted to go to this when it came through town, but just didn’t feel like I could go alone (nor did I want to drag Andrew along). If/when it comes through again, I’ll definately get tickets.

This reminded me a bit of a one-woman show I saw several years ago called Whistling Girls and Crowing Hens. In both, I laughed, I cried, I laughed til I cried. Whistling Girls was a collection of stories about women in general — from one monologue on wanting the Dream Date game, complete with zits for not doing a dare, to a monologue about a woman being raped to a monologue about the old Girl Scout manual (teaching girls how to keep up a home).

Vagina Monologues had the same range of subjects, but all relating somehow to a woman’s vagina — from reclaiming the word ‘cunt’ to a gang rape survivor describing her vagina before as a village and after as a village plundered, destroyed. At times moving, at times funny, always captivating. Strongly recommended.