My Vagina's Angry

Ugh. 

I was on the bus, and there was this guy being obnoxious, which isn't so peculiar on a San Francisco bus, but I digress. He was drinking from a paper-bagged can, and kept a cigarette tucked in the corner of his mouth, contemplating whether to light it. I decided to pretend to ignore him as I was heading to work and it is not constructive to go to the office in a bad mood.

Then he went a little too far.

He started talking about the Obama daughters. Malia, in particular. Poor Malia. So pretty and so young. This asshole talks about how she is at the perfect age..."to be fucked. That's what that girl needs- a good fucking."

... she's ten.

It was at this point the whole bus rallied together and told him to shut his mouth. Some of us went up to the bus driver, asking him to kick the guy off, which he did. The young man sitting next to him gave him a good talking to, and about half of us applauded his exit.

Who taught this guy that it is OK to talk about a ten year old girl like that? Or to talk about any female like that, no matter the age. I found myself thinking about this douche-bag who drinks cheap beer in the afternoon on the bus- a guy so desperate for power he'll take it from a 10 year old girl- and I just got angrier and angrier. 

Bleh. Ugh. Grrr. Gah. *Punch Pillow*

Days like this you realize how important V-Day is. Keep fighting the good fight!

Vagina Love,

Meg

I Love Props

The more I read each monologue, the more I envision the actress gesticulating with an object, and I'm sure it's just because I am more comfortable with something in my hands, acting as some sort of temporary security blanket, then to be left to my own devices. It is fun, though, giving the ladies something to interact with, since the majority of them will be on stage alone for a good couple of minutes, and may need some company. I especially like toying with the idea (pun intended) of including props in THE WOMAN WHO LOVED TO MAKE VAGINAS HAPPY- for a little extra kick. She does love props.

Although I thought the splitting up of the INTRODUCTION would be a quick task, I only finished it today. I realized that I needed to figure out where I was going to put the women in the theater. So, after sorting them, then I was trying to figure out the fairest way to disperse the lines, and it just took many days to do that (I took breaks.) 

And now I have the poster design in my head. We are currently brainstorming ideas, and it is hard to put a finger on one design because it sets a tone for the show. Do we go with sexy, sweet, empowering, straight-forward? But it is fun coming up with ideas, conservative and obscene. 

Finally, I keep watching the video of Eve's poems about the DRC. It is so moving, and has affected me a lot in the short time I've seen it. When I read about what is going on in the DRC, as I lay in my bed, surrounded with love of people I trust, I can not begin to imagine what it is like to live in Bukavu, or Kinshasa, or Bumba. Violence is just a way of life there, especially towards women. I look forward to spreading the word about the DRC, and hopefully, one day, making a difference.

I'm going to put on some slippers, possibly make some Annie's mac-n-cheese, and brainstorm some more...(ok, I might watch Family Guy, too.)

Best Vagina Wishes,

Meg