V-Day

I saw the Vagina Monologues tonight for the first time. I left feeling like it should be required for high school seniors to sit through the play, or--like the one dude in our group of attendees and a former frat guy himself suggested--required watching for fraternity pledges and their elders. It was uplifting, inspiring, enlightening, sad, and so very honest all at the same time. I identified with parts of all of it, and even learned a few things about myself I hadn't known before. There are certain things that you have a hunch are experienced by others but you never quite are in the position to ask--and I felt at home with the women on stage because they were answering questions and confirming answers that have resided in me for years. It's something everyone should see at least once. My friend Shannon, who had seen the play before, told me that I would leave the play being very proud to have a vagina. I understand entirely what she meant, but more than that, I felt proud to have found ownership of myself at 24. The stories did not tell me any facts I did not know, but they did remind me that I am truly never alone.


until the violence stops.