Ironic

Eve Ensler's "The Vagina Monologues" is such an established feature of campus life that it's become kinda boring. Sort of like the whole issue it addresses: women shouldn't be ashamed of their vaginas (or vulvas or clits or any of the rest of it), our society is fucked up, we're fucked up, etc. I have to admit that my attitude towards the play has always been "I'm glad it's there, and good for the undergrads who will carry the flag for it, but, yawn." Maybe that makes me a bad person.

But whatever. Some people need to learn about vaginas, and other people need to learn about literary devices.

The Hoohah Monologues is a replacement title for The Vagina Monologues -- a well-known play about that part of the female body.

"We decided we would just use child slang for it. That's how we decided on Hoohah Monologues," Pfanenstiel said.

They did this after a driver who saw it complained to the theater, saying she was upset that her niece saw it.

"I'm on the phone and asked 'What did you tell her?' She's like, 'I'm offended I had to answer the question,'" Pfanenstiel said.

Some parents said they applaud the title change.

Um, my fellow parents? If you're embarrassed to name your daughters own body parts, or tell your sons where they came from, then you're precisely the audience for the play. Hire a babysitter and buy a ticket.


(By the way, do you know how hard it is to find an image of a vulva that isn't (1) a euphemistic drawing; (2) pornographic; (3) a scientific diagram? Probably I should just have gotten out the camera, but I'm lazy.)

(Also, I admit that "vagina" isn't my favorite word, but that's mostly because it sounds clinical and that whole sheath-for-sword thing. Cunt is a better word for it.)