by Andy Weddington
Friday, 22 April 2016
Eve Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues address sundry aspects of the feminine experience.
I’ve not seen them but from reading think of anything germane and so goes a Monologue – with the vagina as an empowering tool a recurring theme.
The New York Times writer Charles Isherwood said about the Monologues, “…probably the most important piece of political theater of the last decade.”
A curious word choice by Mr. Isherwood. But that’s a sidebar.
Anyway, interesting is the Monologues production led to the creation of V-Day – a non-profit movement, globally, to raise money for groups dedicated to ending violence against females.
Goodness, what a difference a couple of decades make.
Now our government is ordering (military) women into ground combat – the ultimate of violence – with all likelihood of facing men who will capture and kill them; after committing other despicable acts (all those, and then some, noted in Eve Ensler’s opening quote)?
And, a woman, with (real) blood on her hands, is the Democrat party’s leading candidate for the presidency?
Talk about pieces of political theater; that’s not fiction.
Only in America.
And seems we’ve yet to climax. Or we did decades ago.
Our reality is science, sanity, and civility are dying. And for what? Political correctness? Agenda? Money? Power?
We live madness.
Monologues about vagina aside, the dialogue about Hillary Clinton is simple.
Her core is a tangled malignant tumor of greed, deceit, crime, and power with her vagina (not her, per se) an opportunistic variable spotlighted center stage in today’s strange political theater. What a piece of work and one bad character, she. Terrible actor, too.
In dialogue what might folk, about the globe, offer?
America: Hillary Clinton is a damn mess with blood on her hands and unelectable.
Great Britain: Hillary Clinton is a damn bloody mess and unelectable.
Japan: Hirrary Crinton is a damn broody mess and unerectable.
Amen to that – (mis)pronunciation, accurate the innuendo or not, forgivable.
Alas, the drama continues. Though interesting, it’s alarming and disheartening theatre, for play it’s not.
What the United States desperately needs is good old-fashioned intimate and rigorous discourse – intelligent and serious dialogue based on fact and truth and reality.
Perhaps a good title for the theatre marquee – from which to commence said dialogue: Is America Disorganized, In Pieces, and Free-falling To Death Or Chasm?
After all, our country is at stake. Our friends believe the world. Anatomy cannot decide the American presidency.
Johnson, Lyndon B. that is, 36th President of the United States, said, “Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.”
A “W” or an “L” – that’s the bottom line in America.
Maybe we get lucky.
Headaches for now.