February 13, 2009
I'm off to the beach for a sexless Valentine's Day. I can't have any fun for 2 weeks. I really couldn't have picked a worse time. My fiance's birthday was Tuesday and Saturday is that stupid overrated love holiday.
Frankly, I think it should be call V Day and I think it should be a day to raise awareness about the mysterious snatch.
Every year at my college the women's group performed the Vagina Monologues on Valentine's Day weekend. My senior year I got on board and performed My Short Skirt in the production. It was a lot of fun.
So on Saturday, instead of whispering sweet nothings into your honey's ear. Take a moment to talk to someone you know about your muff and, more importantly, your pelvic pain. It's time to give V Day a whole new meaning.
I hate the word and I never used it in my blog, but let's shout it out. Vagina!
Here's an excerpt from the Introduction to Eve Ensler's Vagina Monologues:
I bet you're worried.
We were worried.
We were worried about vaginas.
We were worried about what we think about vaginas, and even more worried that we don't think about them. We were worried about our own vaginas. They needed a context of other vaginas- a community, a culture of vaginas. There's so much darkness and secrecy surrounding them - like the Bermuda triangle. Nobody every reports back from there.
Happy V Day, Ladies.