jhameia: ME! (Joline)
Two years ago, I was in the Vagina Monologues as an actress. I performed Woman 4 of "I was 12. My Mother Slapped Me" (which was taken out this year, much to the disappointment of most of the actresses). Since then, I've grown a little distant to the V-Day movement, although not because I don't think it's valid, but because other causes became a bit more important to me.

We all know the Vagina Monologues gets a lot of shit. Some people think it's vulgar. Some people can't fathom the reason why women would want to talk about their genitals in public. Others are angry that Valentine's Day has been co-opted by a bunch of uppity feminists who want to talk about their down-theres rather than celebrate it with chocolates and roses and Cupid. Then there are others who think that sexual positivity for women is more important than combating violence against women.

Now, of course talking about genitalia is a little crass, no matter what gender one is. But it's also fun. Plus, the Vagina Monologues brings to the forefront the fact that for most part, women's private parts are rarely looked at or considered. As a result, women are treated as sexless objects. When you can easily treat a woman as an object, chances are, you can also treat a man as an object too. And sex is still such a touchy subject unless it's people bragging about how they got some, or basically degraded someone else for their sexual pleasure.

Some people can't fathom why anybody would want to discuss genitalia, period. I don't know why guys sometimes say something random about their cocks and it's not always funny because it tends to be ridiculously egotistical. One time I had BIG VAGINA! in my MSN nick and guys were messaging me, basically assuming that *I* was the one with the big vagina. I don't, actually. But I liked saying it. I suppose the male culture has semantic differences. Anyway, it's good to be able to talk about genitalia. It's a part of one's self, so why not?

Co-opting Valentine's Day for the Vagina Monologues is a silly idea. Lots of people still celebrate the silly hallmark holiday, and in worser ways than one might think.

And yes, there ARE people who think there're better causes than V-Day. Yes and no. If one wants to focus on sex education, go right ahead. But don't say it's more important than combating violence against women. That's not helpful. They're all valid causes. We're not trying to out-do each other with a "well, THIS is more miserable!" competition.

Anyway, I'm one of those people who fear that the Vagina Monologues reduces a woman to her genitals, just like how men are sometimes reduced to their penis (you know, "men think with their penises" and all that). I know that they're not, of course, and that they present to the audience a wide range of different facets of women. Some of the monologues are obviously problematic - Coochi Snorcher features a relationship between a 16-yr-old and a 24-r-old. The fact that the monologue on menstruation was recently excised is also problematic. I also don't like the fact that everything is filtered through Eve Ensler - she writes the prose.

But it is, nevertheless, important feminist discourse. The V-Day movement has raised millions of dollars towards women's shelters all over the world. Someday, men will realize that it's needful for them to have men's shelters as well, for abused men and boys all over the world. If it hadn't been for the Monologues (all proceeds from the shows go to various charities all over the world), these shelters would probably still be struggling to get by.

So anyways. Onto this year's SMU Vagina Monologues. )
jhameia: ME! (Joline)
So, today our ticket-selling table was in the Loyola Colonnade (or, as [livejournal.com profile] castusalbuscor calls it, mini-Lebanon), and it was close to the washrooms, which means it was close to the water fountain, which is right in front of the SMU Chaplaincy.

I've met the SMU Chaplain a couple of times before; once to talk to him about the possibility of the Drama Society working with the Chaplaincy in performing a few skits related to some theological discussion he was having (it panned out, but I gave him Dr Chorney's contact... he asked if anybody would like to read any poetry that dealt with religious points of discussion, and Dr. Chorney's expertise is in the 16th and 17th centuries' poetry and prose, some of which have some very strong theological points). He's a great friendly guy, very open, very liberal-minded man... he's righteous without being self-righteous.

Anyway, I dropped in to the SMU Chaplaincy to visit another friend, and we got to talking about the Vagina Monologues, which he totally should come to, and there was another girl there who also wanted to go, and wanted her boyfriend to take her. The Chaplain, Dan, came out and overheard us talking, and he joined in the discussion, encouraging my male friend to go to the Monologues, too, and that he was looking forward to seeing them.

We then proceeded to have a very frank, open discussion on the following topics: women's menstrual cycles (how it keeps women grounded, and men DO have cycles but since they don't bleed once a month, they don't notice it), birth control (pros and cons, how some women just don't want to muck with their hormones), abortion (we were a bit mixed on this; Dan believes it should be available and of course in life at conception, but we all disapprove of late-term abortions and think counseling should be available too), whether or not men and women are really wired differently (Dan thinks so, I asked him to give men a bit more credit than to just say that men 'just don't think about stuff').

But basically, I left the chaplaincy to return to my table, and they were still going on in the vein I had started just talking about the Monologues.

Stuff like this makes me generally psyched to be doing the VagiMons.

On a different note, there were these two girls who came to check out our table... one girl had to be dragged over, actually, and when she realized we were selling CHOCOLATES IN THE SHAPE OF VAGINAS! she had this silly "EEEEE" reaction which made me, my table co-worker and her friend laugh. I hope she comes out to the Monologues. She'd probably still be squicky about the whole thing, but hey.
jhameia: ME! (Joline)
No, not those biological ones which wilt and fade after a while... chocolate roses!

For V-Day, to fundraise while we sell tickets to the Vagina Monologues, me and some of the girls are doing schtuff!! Christina will be making vagina cookies. I went to Night Magic looking for some vagina moulds but couldn't find any, so I bought an ice-cube tray in the shape of women instead. I gave this to Sarah and she made these little cheesecake women! Next time she bakes some, I'm soooooo taking a picture.

Pics under the cut! )
jhameia: ME! (Default)
I'm reading the blog of Scarleteen founder Heather Corinna, pure as driven slush, and came upon this fantastic discussion on size, both penile and vaginal. There's also this little diagram there which depicts the scale of both genitals (and her small dog, but that's neither here nor there). She goes on to discuss the relative sizes and parts of the vagina, and finally gets to what she's driving at:

But you know what? Being average has NEVER stopped an awful lot of guys from saying they have a big penis or thinking of their penises as big. And again, this whole big/small business with such a small range is just goofy. I often avidly protest all this size stuff, and even get ungodly irritated by it daily, especially given how often I have to comfort the "smaller" guys and the "larger" girls in my daily work, who really should not have to worry about any of this at all.

But I've been thinking that maybe it's time I tried rolling with it. So, if it's up to me if I'm big or I'm small, I think it seems a whole lot more fun to have a VERY BIG vagina than an average one or a small one.

Which allows me to finally get back to my monumental, super-duper vagina. If what men consider a monumentally big penis is still as long or just a little bit longer than most vaginas can stretch -- and vaginas can stretch a lot bigger than that during childbirth -- and the back end of some vaginas within average are still wider around than those penises, AND our clitorises, internal and external, are just as big as penises, then by gosh and by golly, we don't have diminutive genitals, girls! We've got BIG GIANT VULVAS.

I want to give it supervillian names: Vaginormia or Vulvumba or Vagigante! (That one totally needs an exclamation point, because it sounds like a Lucha Libra name.) The Pink Colossus. Vulvuminousa. Monsmonstro. Vagzilla. The Big Vagowski — eh, that’s not going to work.

I am wholeheartedly enjoying this image of Vagzilla, like a very large sea creature of some kind, pulling its pink, fleshy feet (which totally make a noise, it’s like “schlop, schlop”) across the earth. It waves it’s VERY HUMONGOUS labia around like big, flappy, sea-anemone hands, and it makes a huge whooshing sound, like wind through trees in a storm, when it does. It’s absolutely moist, and seriously squishy. It also has a very, very large nose When it moves, it leaves a trail of shiny, clear ooze in its wake. It’s whipping aside commercial menstrual product manufacturers with those big labia-tentacles, and it’s yelling and blowing air from it’s GAPING vaginal opening, causing douches and speculums and the torture devices of cosmetic surgeons to blow across streets like tumbleweeds. Godzilla knows better than to even think about messing with it.


As you can probably guess, it's a very good read.

I rock.

Nov. 6th, 2007 09:05 pm
jhameia: ME! (Under Control)
I'm designing a logo for the SMU Vagina Monologues and the conceptual lines sort of look like a vagina. One of the many I've drafted so far, though, kinda looks like Fallopian tubes, too.

Oh, and thanks to Caitlin and Denise, my wordcount is a rocking 14,177.

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