So I’ve done it. I’ve seen it. On Saturday, Valentine’s Day, 2009, we saw the Vagina Monologues. I know that the boys have been writing some hard hitting articles about how it makes women feel like sex objects and is degrading and I have to say they’re right. I’m a woman, and I agree with everything they’ve posted.
Moaning; Orgasm; Clitoris; Vagina; Coochi-Snorcher; Cunt. These were all words used in the play to try and bring out women’s sensual side and make them comfortable with their bodies. Hearing the word “cunt” being chanted and screamed all around me does not make me feel sexy, in the least. Disgusted, yes, but not sexy.
The crassness of the play was not my major issue, and I must give the actors props for talking about some real issues that affect women and making all of us laugh a few times. But, the main problem with the play is that it does not do justice to the cause. This year’s spotlight for the V-Day Initiative is on the Democratic Republic of Congo and the atrocities that occur to the women there. There is no representation of that in the play.
There is one incident of rape, but it was the rape of a minor and portrayed as a “good rape”. There is one monologue that fits the purpose, “If my Vagina was a Village” in which a Bosnian woman describes being raped by soldiers during the Yugoslavian Wars. The actress performed well, and made me understand the pain of women affected by sexual abuse. The rest of it that was supposed to “empower” me did nothing more than disgust me. I support empowering women and do not mind making a twelve dollar donation to the Orange County Rape Crisis Center, but I would rather pay for a self defense class to keep the creeps away instead of sitting in a stuffy auditorium listening to a bunch of actors moan.
In the monologue “Because He Liked to Look at It,” the woman was with a man who insisted on “seeing her.” By saying “her” he meant her vagina. According to the actress, this was because she is defined by her vagina. That is a horrendous message. Women are far more than one organ in their body, we can not be defined by our vaginas. This feminist mindset seems to degrade us into merely sexual creatures. Sex is supposed to mean something a bond between a man and a woman, a way of showing deep love for a person within marriage. The vagina monologues treated it as a cheap circus trick to please one’s self.