Last night I went to see the Vagina Monologues in Woking with a friend with fairly well known stars doing it. I expected 2 hours of creased up laughter. What I actually got was belly aching laughs mixed with real poignant messages. The way it was done was very good. Amidst the expected "what do you call it?" and "what noise do you make?" were some stories of women who have had different experiences. A young woman who had been raped by men and objects in Bosnia, a virgin at 82 due to a horrid experience in early adulthood and a woman made to feel unclean by her husband. Their stories were not about laughter or pleasure. It was about their feelings of shame and trauma and the courage to speak about about it. More to the point, their experiences will serve to educate many many women across the world through this play (and a few brave men in the audiences too) about things that perhaps many would like to ignore (because its just too hard to hear) or even give some women the courage to seek help themselves to come to terms with similar traumatic experiences. That has to make it one of the best nights out I have had in a long time.
And back to the laughter, lets bring back that naughty naughty four letter word beginning with C...its so effective when its shouted out LOUD! :)
Day 109
5 years ago
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