V-Day, Baby!
February 3, 2008
So, I am going to be in The Vagina Monologues. I’m so excited. I’m going to help do the intro with Lily and Joann and then I’m to do the monologue called “I Was There in the Room.” I’m very excited. V-Day is a national charitable event organized by Eve Ensler it is done every year around the United States the biggest of which will be in the Louisiana Superdome. Every group that is doing a V-Day will donate to the Women of New Orleans and also to local charities in their area that work to combat violence against women. Here are the details:
The Vagina Monologues at McCormick Theological Seminary
Performed by the women of the Hyde Park Seminaries
Performances: Friday, Feb 15 at 7pm and Saturday, Feb 16 at 1:30pm
Proceeds go to The Women of New Orleans, YWCA Harris Center & Korean American Women in Need
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angie | February 9, 2008 at 11:56 pm
Although I’m scared to ask, what are the vagina monologues about?
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closetsuperhero | February 10, 2008 at 6:34 am
I will send you a copy of the parts i’m working on. I will send you a link to one of the versions of the script. Its derived from a series of interviews that Eve Ensler did with women about their Vaginas. Literally. Have you ever seen it? A lot of women said know. They had never seen it and they have a lot of drama and shame about it. So she wrote monologues dedicated to the women that she interviewed. Some are beautiful, some are sad, some are funny, some are shocking. But they are all supposed to be an affirmation of women accepting all of themselves..even their vaginas. The monologue I’m doing was about the author watching her first grandchild being born. It’s called ” I was there in the room.” it made me cry.
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angie | February 11, 2008 at 9:34 pm
That reminds me of my mother. She was there when Yanni was born, and she cried. She also invited herself to Joy’s birth, our first homebirth, and she sat right at the foot of the bed, chatting with the midwife. She got the honors of dressing Joy for the first time. It makes me miss her to think about it.