The Vagina Monologues
Hmm tricky.The Vagina Monologues is the February book for the Banging Book Club, run by Hannah Witton, Lucy Moon, and Leena Norms. Its also the first book Ive read for the book club, because I ordered Januarys pick, Asking For It, on January 1 and it only arrived from the UK yesterday.Anyway, this is a tough one to review, for a few reasonsnot all of them having to do with vaginas! For one thing, its one of those books that defies library categorization. It was in the non-fiction section of my
I've been meaning to read or see The Vagina Monologues for a long time. Someone was talking about it, as people often do, and I realised it was available on the Kindle store, so I got it.It's a very quick read. It's not an easy read. There's discussion of self-loathing, of embarrassment and shame, of sexual assault and violence against women, of statutory rape. It might also not be easy for you if you can't read the word 'vagina' without getting uncomfortable, or if you don't like the word
The self-serving egomaniac got me! Felt the exact same way. I read the v-day edition. WORSE DECISION EVER. It ruined the monologues for me. Mora than
Thank you, Secret Santa. ♥5 It May Not Be Perfect, but its a start! StarsI may not have grown up in a down there age, but I most definitely grew up in a down there house. I dont remember ever having open dialogue with my mother about vaginas growing up, not once. Or maybe once, actually, when we discussed menstruation. This sign of womanhood that brought about nightmares of waking up in puddles of blood that could be hidden with scraps of material bunched around your underwear making you waddle
LOVE. Wish this was longer.
"I did not see my vagina as my primary resource, a place of sustenance, humor and creativity."You know, I don't see it that way, either. I thought the source of all that was my brain.I must not have been abused enough as a girl, because I always feel like vagina-centric art projects like this reduce me to a piece of anatomy just as much as does the alleged male fantasy of big boobs and miles of leg.Which is not to say that there weren't/aren't some seriously screwed-up ideas about female
Eve Ensler
Paperback | Pages: 185 pages Rating: 3.88 | 27572 Users | 1967 Reviews
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Title | : | The Vagina Monologues |
Author | : | Eve Ensler |
Book Format | : | Paperback |
Book Edition | : | Anniversary Edition |
Pages | : | Pages: 185 pages |
Published | : | May 3rd 2001 by Virago Press Ltd. (first published 1996) |
Categories | : | Feminism. Nonfiction. Plays. Drama. Theatre. Womens. Gender. Gender Studies |
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My vagina is a shell, a round pink tender shell, opening and closing, closing and opening. My vagina is a flower, an eccentric tulip, the center acute and deep, the scent delicate, the petals gentle but sturdy.No it isn't. It isn't a flower, it isn't a tulip, it isn't a shell or a piece of coral or an exotic orchid. It's a tract of epithelial tissue, just like everyone else's. Don't get me wrong, vaginas are lovely – I'm a massive fan – but these monologues represent the sort of facile, pseudo-feminist waffle that is actually anti-feminist. First of all, it's questionable that reducing women to their vaginas can really be helpful in the first place; but since that's the premise of the whole thing, I won't go on about it. More to the point though, this is simply the other side of the coin from standard, run-of-the-mill patriarchy: the idea that women are ‘other’ – wild, mysterious, lunar creatures, with baffling anatomies and magical hidden depths that can be reawakened if they would only discover themselves and get comfortable with their own menstrual blood. It's just utter bullshit from start to finish. Or it's not what I believe, anyway: I think women are just normal people, same as men are. Why can't someone write a play about that revolutionary idea. I do feel bad slagging this off, because the stories in here are clearly meaningful for the people that experienced them, and maybe if you have had a certain kind of upbringing then this might be useful or liberating. I don't want to devalue the positive experiences some people have obviously found here. Particularly when I don't have a vagina myself. But Christ, it's all so po-faced and earnest and humourless. My wife has never seen it staged but she started the book and threw it across the room on page 46. The passage that finally finished her:
My vagina amazed me. I couldn't speak when it came my turn in the workshop. I was speechless. I had awakened to what the woman who ran the workshop called “vaginal wonder.” I just wanted to lie there on my mat, my legs spread, examining my vagina forever. It was better than the Grand Canyon, ancient and full of grace. It had the innocence and freshness of a proper English garden. It was funny, very funny. It made me laugh. It could hide and seek, open and close. It was a mouth. It was the morning.(‘Why do Americans have to turn every part of my body into some psycho-sexual epiphany?’ — Hannah.) OK, this book isn't aimed at me. And it's probably not cool to borrow Hannah's reactions to try and make my own review seem more valid. But with all of that said and understood, my own humble opinion for what little it's worth is that this goes for lazy, feel-good ‘community’ spirit at the expense of genuine insight, and I suspect that ultimately it's pointing gender relations in the wrong direction. Maybe it's a generational thing.
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Original Title: | The Vagina Monologues |
ISBN: | 1860499260 (ISBN13: 9781860499265) |
Edition Language: | English |
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I have read this before, but I listened to it on audio today and the live version is definitely the best. At times hilarious, brutal, disconcerting, and poignant - The Vagina Monologues is the result of interviews with over 200 women. If the idea of a woman's sexuality makes you uncomfortable, then you definitely need to challenge yourself and come to terms with the vagina. It's not going to disappear just because we are afraid to talk about it. Here in the United States, a woman is raped everyHmm tricky.The Vagina Monologues is the February book for the Banging Book Club, run by Hannah Witton, Lucy Moon, and Leena Norms. Its also the first book Ive read for the book club, because I ordered Januarys pick, Asking For It, on January 1 and it only arrived from the UK yesterday.Anyway, this is a tough one to review, for a few reasonsnot all of them having to do with vaginas! For one thing, its one of those books that defies library categorization. It was in the non-fiction section of my
I've been meaning to read or see The Vagina Monologues for a long time. Someone was talking about it, as people often do, and I realised it was available on the Kindle store, so I got it.It's a very quick read. It's not an easy read. There's discussion of self-loathing, of embarrassment and shame, of sexual assault and violence against women, of statutory rape. It might also not be easy for you if you can't read the word 'vagina' without getting uncomfortable, or if you don't like the word
The self-serving egomaniac got me! Felt the exact same way. I read the v-day edition. WORSE DECISION EVER. It ruined the monologues for me. Mora than
Thank you, Secret Santa. ♥5 It May Not Be Perfect, but its a start! StarsI may not have grown up in a down there age, but I most definitely grew up in a down there house. I dont remember ever having open dialogue with my mother about vaginas growing up, not once. Or maybe once, actually, when we discussed menstruation. This sign of womanhood that brought about nightmares of waking up in puddles of blood that could be hidden with scraps of material bunched around your underwear making you waddle
LOVE. Wish this was longer.
"I did not see my vagina as my primary resource, a place of sustenance, humor and creativity."You know, I don't see it that way, either. I thought the source of all that was my brain.I must not have been abused enough as a girl, because I always feel like vagina-centric art projects like this reduce me to a piece of anatomy just as much as does the alleged male fantasy of big boobs and miles of leg.Which is not to say that there weren't/aren't some seriously screwed-up ideas about female
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