14 August 2005
Vagina Monologues? Not even, says Aldahlia:
I get that they're for a good cause and all, and that's awesome. And, if I were simply uncomfortable with the word vagina, I wouldn’t be writing this at all. But, I am uncomfortable with Vaginas Telling their Own Stories. Kind of like I dislike the phrase, "Holiest of Holys." Anything that reduces women to flashbags meant for carting around their own reproductive organs gets on my nerves.
And, that includes the Monologues.
I'll let you all in on a secret
My vagina doesn't have a brain. And, despite any possible Freudian nightmares some males may have had out there, it's got no mouth, either. It's not talking anytime soon, and if it could its story surely isn't anywhere near as interesting as the one my head could tell.
(Note: I read this and came up with two different responses. Unable to pick between them, I'm tossing both of them up here.)
 The Monologues, of course, are yet another manifestation of that peculiar contemporary notion that how you feel is every bit as important as how you think, a notion I find somewhere between incomprehensible and indefensible.
 There is less restraint on this side of the gender divide: look at all the pricks who have their own blogs.Posted at 9:03 AM to Almost Yogurt