Monólogos de la vagina

I've always been a fan of The Vagina Monologues, and even did a few for a speech competition in high school, but I don't think that Eve does the greatest job with some of the monologues. The film version didn't match up to a live production that I saw in my hometown. See The Vagina Monologues live to get the full effect. It feels more universal with 20 women onstage, rather than one.

The Vagina Monologues, both in book and visual form, is one of the most moving experiences of our times. An attempt to enlighten, entertain and to bring a "taboo" out of the shadows. Why women talking about their sexuality should be considered taboo in the first place escapes me but some of the comments here (especially the ones labelling it "disgusting") seem to be written by people still trapped in the 1950s. The Vagina Monologues is a heartfelt celebration of female sexuality and a condemnation of those who attempt to supress it. Alternating between humor (the list of slang names for the vagina) and more disturbing material (the rape material) the film attempts to take in all aspects and attitudes. A compelling achievement.

I have a strong suspicion the comments below were written by a man. This show definately isn't for everyone, but to call it revolting only makes Ms. Ensler's point--that there is such a ridiculous stigma and mystery attached to a woman's sexuality. Men talk freely and frequently about their equipment, I find it amusing that the idea of a woman discussing hers is considered so tasteless.

It didn't leave me wanting to start a revolution--I didn't feel like marching in a parade after seeing this, I didn't want to shout VAGINA from the rooftops...instead, I enjoyed some often hysterical, sometimes tragic and overall witty dialogue.

And it is funny, there's no way around that. The list of different moans is worth the price of admission alone. It's educational as well--did you know the clitoris is the only organ that serves no purpose other than to give please and contains twice as many nerve endings as the penis? As Ms. Ensler says, "Why want a handgun when you can have a semiautomatic?"

I'd like to get a group of sensitive new age men and begin a play...I think I call it the Testicle Diatribes. And we can talk about our testicles and we can define ourselves by our testicles and all the funny names we give them...and then we rant about how oppressed our testicles are and that they need light and air.

Funny how not one of these women seemed straight. Just another exclusive 'girls' club thing, rant and screed oh our poor reproductive organs blah blah wish I had a penis instead.

And the whole 'unitl the violence stops' thing, noble enough but I dont meet any pro-violence against women types.

For Grrls and Womynn only, you know the ones who have a lot of free time on thier hands, dateless with mustaches who listen to ani didyko

Until I first experienced The Vagina Monologues one very late night on HBO, I was mostly indifferent to my role as a woman on this planet. Being 16 and plagued by the preoccupations of boys and school I never really took the time to understand the meaning and beauty of being a member of such a wonderful sex.

My views on the symbolic meaning of my vagina changed when I saw Eve Ensler perform the monologue "I Was In The Room." The monologue describes Ensler's witness of the birth of her granddaughter. Towards the end of the monologue Ensler compares the wonders of the vagina to the heart, "It can live for us, it can bleed for us, it can die for us." I was moved to tears and was motivated to see the rest of the play. It was beautiful and empowering and made me really appreciate my sex. It gave me a new definition of feminism.

Every woman should see this play. It's somewhat educational and easy to relate to and most importantly, it will move you to truly love yourself.