The Vagina Monologues

Julio Salgado

If you spent this Valentine’s Day alone and you’re a straight male, then you only have yourself to blame. This month, the Women’s Studies Student Association sponsored a free screening of the Vagina Monologues. The Multicultural Center was full of young female students and just a handful of males, including my boyfriend and I. I don’t understand straight guys. Here you have the perfect opportunity to mingle with your beloved opposite sex and you screw it up. You could have learned a thing or two about vaginas and what women really want. You could have been seen as the understanding male willing to go outside his box and dedicate an hour to vaginas. Not in a sexual way, but in a very informative way.

Playwright Eve Ensler wrote the Vagina Monologues after talking to a bunch of women about their vaginas. She talked to Caucasians, Latinas, Black and Jewish women about the one thing it seems they don’t get to talk about often. Ensler’s gift for writing and performing has made this piece of informative art such a classic. The play has gone on to be extremely successful world wide, gaining accolades from celebrities and Oprah Winfrey (come on, la Winfrey is on a whole different category from celebrities.)

My personal favorite was the piece titled My Angry Vagina. I never really thought about certain inventions that have been created by men for women. Ensler hilarious delivery about the cruelty of tampons and the duck-like tools used by OBGYN’s is just dead on. Women have always been seen as the weaker sex. But honestly, until the day that men are able to pop babies out of their assholes, we will never know about the brutality of childbirth. The day that men are able to squeeze a human being from a small orifice in their body is the day that the pill will be given like candy in the Boys Scouts. And that my friends, is an unfair world for the vagina.