it. We—all of us—have encouraged women to come share their voices, to not keep them closeted! I am suffering from great depression right now because I have put so much into this (6 hours a day since September) in addition to being a graduate and post-bac student! I don’t want to be JUST a student! I want to do benefit performances for the rest of my life! Is anybody else suffering from this depression of it all being over? Thank all of you for your inspirational letters and comforting replies. Thank you, Eve and Karen, for giving us this opportunity!
It has been
incredible!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love and continual vaginal bliss!
—Amy, Arizona State University Hello, everyone! I just wanted to wish all of you good luck. If you all have an ounce of the support that V-Day received here at Colorado College, your shows will be HUGE!!! We ended up extending the show to Sunday night. We filled the entire house for the third time (over 200 seats). A Vagina Story: Saturday night, Megan’s mother, grandmother and sisters came to the show. The grandmother is 80 years old. After the show they all went out to dinner. During their meal Megan’s grandmother leans over to Megan and says, “Honey, next time I get together with my lady friends, we are going to talk about our vaginas. And if they say WHAT are you talking about? I’m going to say CUNT, CUNT!”
So many stories, so many good memories. We have an enormous, exciting, beautiful and challenging future ahead of us. Good luck to all of you and HAPPY V-DAY!
—Jennifer, Colorado College WOW.
Reading Karen’s e-mails was thrilling, I must admit, but being in the Monologues themselves was the absolute ideal way to really feel V-Day and what it stands for. In Blanchard Student Center, we were packed to the hilt—people were sitting on the floor, in the aisles, spewing out from the top of the balcony, cheering and whooping as each monologue was finished. Everyone was on fire last night. “My Vagina Was My Village” evoked tears and I’m not being facetious. Although all the performers were crying, looking out into the audience, I saw not only women with moist eyes, but men were whipping out the Kleenex and dabbing away. I don’t think I have ever felt the internal pride that I felt last night when I stepped up to the solitary chair in the middle of the stage as the last performer, of “I Was There In the Room.” Birth was so beautiful to me, an act that had always been associated with pure pain and torture, that I wanted to give birth on my very own. Though, don’t worry, I’m only 18—I have quite a while ’til that happens!! There was a woman in the first row directly in front who cried throughout my piece and during the talk-back asked me if I had ever witnessed a birth and when I answered that I hadn’t, she came up to me and hugged me, because she said, “The way you told it to us, that’s exactly the way it is.”
She told me she was an obstetrician, that she had always looked at birth as purely a clinical event, and that now that she thinks about it, each birth is entirely different and beautiful in its own sense. I am so glad that I had the chance to participate in The Vagina Monologues this year and I hope I can carry on the tradition for generations to come. Thank you, Eve, for this amazing opportunity and to every one of you who worked yourself to the bone to make this day across the world happen. Have a Happy V-Day.
—Pia, Mount Holyoke College
Karen! Oh my goddess! Our shows went wonderfully! As you know, the frat boy thing worried me.
BUT, we did have one ally in the house. He was the one that was relaying all of my messages to the boys, and he was the one that helped get them to the show. And they came! We reserved the front row for them. Even though only three were responsible for the rude fliers, eight guys showed up! I was stunned! I asked them to wait for me after the show, and they stood in front of me in stunned silence.
They apologized
It has been
incredible!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love and continual vaginal bliss!
—Amy, Arizona State University Hello, everyone! I just wanted to wish all of you good luck. If you all have an ounce of the support that V-Day received here at Colorado College, your shows will be HUGE!!! We ended up extending the show to Sunday night. We filled the entire house for the third time (over 200 seats). A Vagina Story: Saturday night, Megan’s mother, grandmother and sisters came to the show. The grandmother is 80 years old. After the show they all went out to dinner. During their meal Megan’s grandmother leans over to Megan and says, “Honey, next time I get together with my lady friends, we are going to talk about our vaginas. And if they say WHAT are you talking about? I’m going to say CUNT, CUNT!”
So many stories, so many good memories. We have an enormous, exciting, beautiful and challenging future ahead of us. Good luck to all of you and HAPPY V-DAY!
—Jennifer, Colorado College WOW.
Reading Karen’s e-mails was thrilling, I must admit, but being in the Monologues themselves was the absolute ideal way to really feel V-Day and what it stands for. In Blanchard Student Center, we were packed to the hilt—people were sitting on the floor, in the aisles, spewing out from the top of the balcony, cheering and whooping as each monologue was finished. Everyone was on fire last night. “My Vagina Was My Village” evoked tears and I’m not being facetious. Although all the performers were crying, looking out into the audience, I saw not only women with moist eyes, but men were whipping out the Kleenex and dabbing away. I don’t think I have ever felt the internal pride that I felt last night when I stepped up to the solitary chair in the middle of the stage as the last performer, of “I Was There In the Room.” Birth was so beautiful to me, an act that had always been associated with pure pain and torture, that I wanted to give birth on my very own. Though, don’t worry, I’m only 18—I have quite a while ’til that happens!! There was a woman in the first row directly in front who cried throughout my piece and during the talk-back asked me if I had ever witnessed a birth and when I answered that I hadn’t, she came up to me and hugged me, because she said, “The way you told it to us, that’s exactly the way it is.”
She told me she was an obstetrician, that she had always looked at birth as purely a clinical event, and that now that she thinks about it, each birth is entirely different and beautiful in its own sense. I am so glad that I had the chance to participate in The Vagina Monologues this year and I hope I can carry on the tradition for generations to come. Thank you, Eve, for this amazing opportunity and to every one of you who worked yourself to the bone to make this day across the world happen. Have a Happy V-Day.
—Pia, Mount Holyoke College
Karen! Oh my goddess! Our shows went wonderfully! As you know, the frat boy thing worried me.
BUT, we did have one ally in the house. He was the one that was relaying all of my messages to the boys, and he was the one that helped get them to the show. And they came! We reserved the front row for them. Even though only three were responsible for the rude fliers, eight guys showed up! I was stunned! I asked them to wait for me after the show, and they stood in front of me in stunned silence.
They apologized
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