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Topic: V-Day: Until the Violence Stops
By Debbie Boen | February 1, 2008 |
The V Monologues are coming. The Vagina Monologues. Vagina. Vagina. The first time I saw the play I kept worrying that someone would see how freaked out I was. I sat stiff as a board in my chair, laughing, but uncomfortably.
The next time I saw the monologues I was at least over the shock of it. I’ve seen them probably seven times, right here in Clarksville. Usually I either love certain monologues or hate them. I figured out that seeing the monologues pushes every button my mother ever had. I’m in my 50’s and my mother never, ever said the V word, or the S word for that matter. I think she would die if she was made to watch the monologues and so too, almost did I. That’s why they are so damned important. «Read the rest of this article»
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