Until the Violence Stops

Last night I attended a performance of The Vagina Monologues with Michael (elder son) and Liz (future DIL). I sat between them. It is during such moments that I am astonished as well as proud that I have raised a son who is comfortable sitting next to his mom. Whilst being pummelled from the stage with every possible term for the female genitalia that anyone has ever heard. Fifteen years after its debut, The Vagina Monologues has evolved from a celebration of the feminine to a movement against violence. This particular production benefited the local Domestic Abuse Shelter. And wouldn't the world be a better place if we didn't have need for one. This play will go on being produced until violence directed at women stops. And then should continue to be produced as a reminder, lest we forget. But also because it is hilarious, angry, wrenching, epiphanal, dark, revelatory, informative, shocking, relevant. Eve Ensler is the queen of vaginas. She speaks for all of us, our wholeness and our parts. Our brokenness and healing. Our angst and our delight.