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Originally posted at Ms.

It’s summer, which means elite theater professionals all over America are headed to the country for summer stock. If you can’t make it up into the mountains this summer (or if you can’t afford the expensive tickets to these high-society productions), fear not: Our cities are full of all variety of underground artists hawking their wares at Fringe Festivals.

The Edinburgh Festival Fringe, which began in 1947 when uninvited artists showed up and performed on the fringe of the Edinburgh International Festival, is the crème de la crème of fringes, but today almost every major city in this country holds their own Fringe: New York, Cincinnati, New Orleans and Los Angeles are just a few. Even the Berkshires—the nucleus of America’s summer stock culture—hosts a Fringe Festival.

Discounted rental rates and collective marketing opportunities attract so many artists to Fringes that sorting through the list of hundreds of shows can be rather overwhelming. I can at least help you out with the affordable, eclectic, feminist-friendly offerings at this year’s Hollywood Fringe Festival—here are my top picks:

Gracie and Rose, written and performed by Anastasia Coon, June 16-29

GnR3Set in Wyoming in the late 1950s, Gracie and Rose tells the story of two lesbians: Gracie, who passes as a man in order to do the work she loves (cattle rustling and farm work), and her wife, Rose. Gracie, or George in public, does not want to be a man; in fact, at home she lives as Gracie, and as a character one of her driving concerns is reclaiming the girl she was before society and her parents made clear that her desires were “wrong.” But when Rose has a child, Gracie becomes George—and Eula May’s father—full time.

Playwright and performer Coon, who performs all of the roles, told Ms. that she has always been fascinated that strangers, primed to see any couple as male/female, tend to refer to her butch girlfriends as “sir.” The play—a movement piece in which Coon uses her body and voice to travel through time and place as well as between characters—also grew out of her admiration for women throughout history who have had to pass as men in order to follow their hearts. Asked why she stopped short of writing a play about a woman who actually wants to be a man, Coon offered:

The dominant paradigm has the opportunity to tell lots of different stories, but since there’s so few queer stories, there’s a lot of pressure to make each one represent every queer person, and I understand that. That’s just not my experience. This piece unpacks pre-Stonewall queer history in the American West, the deep human longing to live authentically despite being rendered invisible, gender performance in a butch/femme tradition, the body as landscape for desire, and the violence and redemption of breaking and making family.

Take Me to the Poorhouse, written and performed by Liz Femi, June 8-28

IMG_3661Liz Femi’s Take Me to the Poorhouse draws on her childhood in Nigeria to tell the funny and touching story of a young, middle-class girl named Lizzie who yearns to be poor just like her friends—for the poor, she says, have:

rugged spirits. The best Your Mama jokes. They sit in circles and telling tales by moonlight. Triumphant stories about rising from the streets to the throne. Heart aching blues. … It’s a Cinderella world … If you’re lucky enough to be persecuted by a stepmother.

The play grew out of a graduate school assignment to make an autobiographical 10-minute solo piece. Femi chose to use a dream she had as a girl about a boy in her class at school. She developed the story and characters further in writing workshops and eventually realized she was writing a comedy about an adventurous, ambitious, outspoken little girl who, it turns out, is a little more attached to her middle-class life than she knows.

Femi says her play is part of a larger effort to depict African children as having a sense of humor, having crushes on one another, and enjoying television instead of exclusively as starving child soldiers:

The thing is kids do the same freaking stuff everywhere! They tell the same kind of lies, and they have the same insecurities, they imagine things and have crushes on one another. That other reality is true and deserves attention, but I just want people to have a curiosity about this reality, too.

Poorhouse will donate 10 percent of its ticket sales to Mama Hope, a nonprofit that aims to “stop the pity and unlock the potential” in African communities.

Define: Dif-fer-ent, written and performed by Keaton Talmadge, June 8-27

Buster Keaton‘s great-granddaughter delivers her share of comedy in her one-woman show, Define: Dif-fer-ent, about her experience falling in love with a woman for the first time. Talmadge both narrates and reenacts her journey, from the terror of realizing she may never have really known herself to an embrace of all of the possibilities now before her.

DDcropimageTalmadge definitely inherited her great-grandfather’s penchant for physical comedy as well as her father’s love of musical theater. She sings, dances and trips over herself with abandon in this show. Even in real life, she says her favorite party trick has always been falling down the stairs. Asked how her DNA and extensive physical training come to bear on this show, she says:

It’s easy to be yourself, you know what that body is, and you [the actor] know how to embody another character for a whole play, but in a one-woman show you get to do that with both characters. You’ve got to figure out how you go from one character to the next, and as long as you keep the crispness, it’s very easy for the audience to see all of the people. The thing that has always made sense to me is that you have to build the character from the feet up.

Part poetry, part pop culture, this ode to falling in love finds a way to celebrate heartbreak as much as romance. Though the very personal story stays mostly away from politics, a gentle reminder at the end that marriage should be a question of love and not of laws will help the audience take the compassion they have developed for their protagonist out of the theater and into the world.

For a list of more shows by women at the Hollywood Fringe, check out the Los Angeles Female Playwrights Initiative Fringe page.

Originally posted at RH Reality Check.

Planned Parenthood has officially been exposed for what it is: a popular, necessary source of health care for millions of people.There are some benefits to spending the weekend home alone. For example, you get to be the first person to see all the Facebook pictures of your friends out having fun. Sometimes you also get to watch a pretty amazing thing happen on Twitter.

An anti-choice Facebook community called Project Wildfire had planned a “tweetup” last weekend using the hashtag #exposePP, during which they said they would “POST PRO-LIFE COMMENTS & TWEETS TO PLANNED PARENTHOOD & IT’S SUPPORTERS. We will also fb post & tweet THE NATIONAL MEDIA” [sic]. (The Facebook event page has since been deleted.)

Friday night, pro-choice activist Michelle Kinsey Bruns (@ClinicEscort) learned about the tweetup via the @AbortTheocracy account. Bruns checked out the hashtag and found that, despite a few tweets from the anti-choice group the Susan B. Anthony List, it hadn’t been used much in several years. Twitter user @CSRA_prsn suggested they highjack the hashtag and provide “raw facts about Planned Parenthood.”

And highjack it they did.

Planned Parenthood has officially been exposed for what it is: a popular, necessary source of health care for millions of people. Tweets range from the literal:

#ExposePP handle

…to the snarky:

#exposePP? Petter Pettigrew was already exposed. Time to re-read Prisoner of Azkaban.  — The Dark Lord (@Lord_Voldemort7)

… to the ironic:

Planned Parenthood in cahoots with the movement to Trust Black Women. bit.ly/17gCAfk #exposePP  — Shira Tarrant (@shiratarrant)

Pro-choice tweets quickly outnumbered anti-choice ones. Project Wildfire called off the tweetup Saturday night, citing “sick disgusting Pro-Abortion haters,” but Planned Parenthood supporters did not relent. By Sunday, stars were lending their handles to the cause. Comedian Michael Ian Black tweeted:

Planned Parenthood never issues spoiler alerts when talking about “Game of Thrones!” #exposepp  — Michael Ian Black (@michaelianblack)

While comedian Sarah Silverman tweeted:

Planned Parenthood gave me (an) AIDS (test)#ExposePP  — Sarah Silverman (@SarahKSilverman) June 1, 2013

Planned Parenthood Director of Digital Strategy Heather Holdridge said that so far at least 53,730 tweets have been posted in support of the organization. Of the top 25 tweets using the hashtag (measured in terms of impressions), 23 are in support Planned Parenthood.

“What was so fascinating to watch unfold—and we’ve seen this countless times over the past few years of unrelenting attacks on women’s health—was our supporters using their own voice, whether it was sarcastic or serious, to share what it means to them to ‘expose PP,’” Holdridge told RH Reality Check. “We felt like the most important thing we could do was to provide opportunities for supporters to share positive information about Planned Parenthood’s services, like birth control and cancer screenings, elevate the most compelling stories that were being posted, and most importantly thank our community for supporting Planned Parenthood and the 3 million people who come to our health centers every year.”

In terms of evaluating the effect an effort like this actually has, we have to assume that once Wildfire called off the tweetup, very few antis were following the hashtag. I witnessed some back-and-forth about Margaret Sanger—”She promoted eugenics!” “No she didn’t!”—and about the difference between “life” and the ability to survive outside the womb. But I saw no evidence that the parties engaged in these discussions were swaying one another.

The outpouring of pro-choice support may give some antis pause, but undoubtedly many will double down, invigorated by their martyrdom.

If anything, the success of the event should be measured in terms of Planned Parenthood’s public image, and the extent to which the relentless campaign against the group can be turned on its head.

Bruns thinks it can be. “It becomes a lot harder for anti-choicers to stigmatize Planned Parenthood, or downplay its incredibly vital role in providing health care to millions of people, when there are literally tens of thousands of tweets out there saying otherwise,” she said.

Me, I’m up for anything that allows me to support my causes with irony.

Planned Parenthood wrote Juno just to throw you off their scent. #exposepp  — Holly L. Derr (@hld6oddblend) June 2, 2013

Originally posted at HowlRound

Slide1It was a sunny day in May and LA Stage Alliance was hosting LA Stage Day, a gathering of Los Angeles theater folk centered around inspirational presentations, workshops, and breakout sessions. So I ventured down the 5 to University Hills, just off the 10, where participants in small group discussions like “Leading Diversity on the LA Stage,” “New Media in the Rehearsal Room,” and “Blue Sky: What Are Your Dream Ideas?” were sharing best practices, brainstorming new ideas, and challenging their own assumptions about how theater works.

As part of a day geared around questions like how to engage new, increasingly diverse, tech savvy audiences, the playwriting workshop stood out for advocating the safest route to getting produced. Led by four men and one woman, “Play!: The 60-minute Everything-You-Need-to-Know-About-Playwriting-in-LA Marathon” offered such revelatory tidbits as “cast a name actor or no one will come see your play,” “every story has to have a protagonist and a resolution,” and “plays only get produced when they have small casts and one set.” Now these things are all well and good if that’s the kind of play you want to write, but what if the best actors you can get have impeccable training but aren’t names? What if the world as you see it or as you want to show it has multiple protagonists and locations, lots of people, and conflicts that don’t necessarily get resolved? What if you want to make art more than you want to sell tickets? What if you’re a woman?

In search of more fertile ground for innovative new play development, I headed up the 101 to Silver Lake for a reading of Crazy Bitch, a new play by Jennie Webb, presented by The Playwrights Union. As if the theater gods had heard my cry, Webb’s 70-minute play has not one but four protagonists, one of which is a character called The Immortal Jellyfish who is described as 4.5mm wide and lives in a petri dish. And though the play, which is set in LA, deeply investigates questions of life and death, the actual plot is left unresolved. Asked to what extent her play was consciously created in relation to the commercialism of Los Angeles, Webb said:

I’ve lived here all my life but this is the first play I’ve set here. I just got tired of all the new plays set in New York and gave myself a challenge to set one in LA. But I’m not savvy enough to write what’s producible. I write what I write and I hope it speaks to someone. I’d rather write plays where a woman loses body parts or shoes start raining from the ceiling. I call it “domestic absurdism,” with domestic meaning everyday life, because I find that life is absurd, especially for women.

In contrast to the male-heavy representation among speakers at LA Stage Day, a full five of the seven readings done that weekend by The Playwrights Union were by women. The Union, which began in 2009 as a meeting of interested colleagues in organizer Jennifer Haley‘s backyard, hosts an annual February challenge to write a play in a month. Participating playwrights gather over a long weekend to read and talk about one another’s plays. They do another round of rewrites and then host a weekend of public readings with actors. Haley, whose own play The Nether recently premiered at Center Theater Group’s Kirk Douglas Theater, told me:

We have about 30 members, and there was a time when we had to recruit men in order to achieve parity. Right now it’s about even, but more women participated in the February Challenge that lead to these plays.

Asked how her writing functions in relation to the commercial culture of Hollywood and the idea of what’s “producable,” Haley offered:

I’ve worked as a playwright in Austin, Seattle and all over the East Coast. Studying at Brown with Paula Vogel, I learned to play with both experimental and traditional forms.  I think circulation in a variety of theater communities helps you look at different models… there are new Playwrights arriving all the time in LA, and it will be interesting to see if this influences the kind of work being done here.

Though many playwrights are drawn to Los Angeles to write for television, others come here to study and end up making the city their home. Brittany Knupper, a recent grad from the playwriting program headed by Alice Tuan at the California Institute of the Arts–just up the 5 from the Valley–talked to me about her first year living here as a writer:

A lot of people their first year out of school have an existential crisis. Maybe mine just hasn’t hit yet but it hasn’t been that bad. Then again I constantly feel like I’m in an existential crisis, so maybe I’m just used to it. At CalArts I felt like I wasn’t being experimental enough as a writer, but in Hollywood people think what I do is too experimental. LA is such an industry town: People are trying to do anything they can to make a connection. You can feel the desperation. It’s funky and weird and gross, and I kind of like how dirty and weird it is.

Knupper has found an artistic outlet in storytelling, a popular form of Los Angeles entertainment in which people gather in theaters, bars, and homes to hear individuals read stories, usually autobiographical but sometimes fictional. These pop-up salons feature the work of playwrights, journalists, fiction writers, and essayists and provide writers with regular opportunities to present work and receive feedback from within a supportive community.

Because the nightmare of driving in LA keeps most Angelenos locked in their own neighborhoods, writers who want to reach a city-wide audience have to create communities like these, organized around the discipline rather than through established institutions. Jennie Webb and writer/mythologist Laura Shamas formed just such an association in 2009–the Los Angeles Female Playwrights Initiative–to coordinate efforts to get more plays by women produced on local stages. Webb related,

LA is almost pridefully inaccessible. We needed an organization that would bring women together and spread the word that women writers exist. We are focused on connecting artists to one another, supporting one another by going to see each others plays, and getting the message out that it pays to produce work by women.

Clearly LA is not lacking in women playwrights, yet a study done by LAFPI in conjunction with LA Stage Alliance revealed that between 2000 and 2010, only 20% of plays produced in Los Angeles were written or co-written by women.

Hopefully next year’s LA Stage Day will address the lack of gender diversity on our city’s stages. Organizers at the Alliance should start by asking more women to speak and conduct workshops and should include breakout sessions addressing the issue. For their part, producers need to recognize that the only way to appeal to new audiences is to tell stories in new ways, which is why I’m going to stay on the trail of the LA writing underground, where work by women–and experimental work at that–is flourishing. In fact, on Sunday I’m hosting a reading of Knupper’s play, Galatea, in my backyard. If you can make it up the 405, then come on out.

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originally posted at XX Factor/Slate
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Feminist concern with representations of women in comic books and video games is hardly a new thing, nor is it always greeted with support—just ask Anita Sarkeesian, whose Tropes Vs Women has inspired intense backlash from territorial gamers. But as more and more women enter these previously male-dominated fields, the possibility of feminists effecting change from within the industry has, logically, skyrocketed. Take the case of Meteor Entertainment/Adhesive Games, where a female employee recently punked her boss, and with outstanding results.

Meteor Entertainment is the creator of the free-to-play mech game Hawken, in which users build their own virtual robots and use them to fight other users’ robots. But the tale of the master prank actually begins with a tumblr called The Hawkeye Initiative.

Founded on December 2, 2012, this project creates and solicits original art that addresses the over-sexualization of women in comics by replacing them with a male hero—Marvel’s master archer Hawkeye—standing in the same pose. (Moviegoers may know Hawkeye from Jeremy Renner’s hotsy-totsy portrayal in The Avengers.) A manly man with super strength and agility, Hawkeye posed as, say, Black Cat from The Amazing Spiderman makes a powerful visual point: that comic book women’s costumes, body shapes, and poses undercut their superpowers by overemphasizing their sexuality.

A Meteor employee and fan of the Initiative, who goes by the handle K2, was disgruntled by prominently displayed office art of a scantily-clad woman. (K2 dubbed the woman “Ruby Underboob.”) She conspired with co-worker and artist Sam Kirk to change out the poster with one of a man, equally sexualized and equally naked. And thus was born “Brosie the Riveter.”

Luckily for our merry mischief makers, Meteor CEO Mark Long loved it. In fact, he copped not just to having sexual art around the office, but also to contributing to the creation of that art. He wrote in an email: “I didn’t just hang the picture on the wall. I collaborated on the design with the artist. He and I came up with the Rosie idea. The underboob is pretty much all my fault. Since then, I’ve learned about The Hawkeye Initiative and the larger gender-flip meme going on in comics and games, which is righteous and transgressive. I’m a dumbass, but at least now I know I’m a dumbass!” He and his employees are now in an “open dialogue about gender in comics and gaming.”

K2 told XX Factor, “I’m glad to see awareness of the gender-flipping meme spreading. I hope and expect to see a lot more of it, and other innovations on the theme, too. There’s more than one right way to do this. The Hawkeye Initiative has put out a call to action for more real-world plays in the gender equality space. The more—and the more real-world—the better.”

K2 is also collecting stories of action on the tumblr GenderShenanigans.

All too often, Internet feminism of the kind practiced by The Hawkeye Initiative preaches to the choir, rarely resulting in or even aiming for concrete outcomes. In the case of Meteor Entertainment and their intrepid employees, though, the idea behind The Hawkeye Initiative produced tangible results. That’s my kind of feminism.

Photo courtesy The Hawkeye Initiative

Cross posted at Ms.

What do you get when you combine passionate individuals determined to survive with multi-generational family drama and two key moments in African American history? A pretty great new play, that’s what.

Opening November 23 at Arena Stage in Washington, DC, Pullman Porter Blues, by Cheryl L. West (Jar the Floor, Before it Hits Home), takes place aboard a Pullman train headed from Chicago to New Orleans on June 22, 1937, the night Joe Louis won the world heavyweight boxing championship. Three generations of Sykes men are on the train working as porters: The eldest, Monroe, proud of the life he built for his family by working in the first paid job available to freed slaves; Sylvester, a union organizer determined to better conditions for porters and become a conductor himself; and Cephas, a well-educated young man oblivious to the hardships his father and grandfather faced and naïve as to the obstacles in his path. The men are joined on this fateful night by a blast from their past: Juba, once a maid on the trains, now a blues-singing superstar.

Starting in the 1860s, jobs created by the Pullman Train Company contributed significantly to the rise of an African American middle class. Though the history of the Pullman porters is well documented, not much attention has been paid to Pullman maids. According to Christine Sumption, the researcher/dramaturg for the show:

At the time the Pullman company was getting started and offering this incredible service to wealthy, white passengers–this meticulous service all down the train line given to them by African American men–they also recognized that it was perhaps inappropriate to have black men putting white women to bed. So they brought in African American women to serve as maids on the train, and these women literally did everything for these white women. They would do their manicures, they would take care of them when they were sick, help them get showered, take care of the children, take care of the elderly. They basically did much of what the porters did, and on a much more personal level.

Though initially welcomed as full union members, the maids were eventually relegated to the women’s auxiliaries. But without their work, the first union led by African Americans–The Brotherhood of Sleeping Car Porters–might never have been. Due to tough economic times and changing fashions–so that women passengers needed less help dressing–by 1937 the company no longer employed maids.

Juba’s experience as a maid on a Pullman train did not end well: After being raped by a white conductor while her lover, Sylvester, stood by unable to help, she fled the trains and made a new life for herself. Now a successful entertainer, she is rich enough to rent her own sleeping car for a trip with her band. Unbeknownst to her, Sylvester and his father Monroe, who nursed Juba back to health after her attack, are on the train, bringing about a kind of reckoning for them all.

Based on such women as Bessie Smith (who famously owned her own sleeping car), Ma Rainey, Sippie Wallace, Ida Cox, Victoria Spivey and Lucille Bogan, Sumption notes that Juba is one of

these queens of the blues who, in defiance of the time and expectations of who they were supposed to be, were out there–aggressive, independent, assertive–making their own way and claiming their sexuality and their right to be not just singers but managers of bands and managers of their own lives, with power and actual wealth.

In fact Juba’s past is more of an issue for Sylvester than it is for her. His inability to protect her in her moment of need has driven him to fight to improve working conditions, pay and promotional opportunities for porters in the union. (His long battle will end in success two months after the date that the play concludes, when the Pullman Company finally recognized the union and signed a collective bargaining agreement.)

Asked about the danger of the character of Juba serving more as a dramaturgical tool for Sylvester’s redemption than as a character in her own right, director Lisa Peterson tells the Ms. Blog,

Now it’s true that Juba had this terrible thing happen to her in the past in which she felt powerless, but in response to having had that happen she’s developed this really aggressive mask, [a] way of moving through the world. So [she's] fighting…Sylvester’s problem, his inability to help Juba, that’s his problem. That’s a guilt that he carries.

Playwright Cheryl L West concurs:

When a man is not able to protect his woman, a common occurrence for black men during slavery and post slavery, it is that type of failure that would indeed haunt him every time he closed his eyes  for the rest of his life. He’s trying to get that redemption by telling her, ‘That’s why I’m fighting so hard,’ and she, of course, has no need to hear that… He wants to explain and he wants her to acknowledge what he’s been doing differently. That’s his need. It’s not her need.

E. Faye Butler, who plays Juba and with whom the Ms. Blog also spoke last September when she appeared in the Arena Stage’s Trouble in Mind, talks about playing a character who has been but is no longer a victim:

She’s always in control. She will never be out of control another day in her life. She lives in the moment. He’s still living in the past. She’s living in the present.

Though in many ways Juba’s experience of sexual violence represents that of so many women throughout history, regardless of color, Butler finds nuances that are specific to the experiences of African American women:

I think a lot of African American women are left hanging in the balance trying to figure out what happened. And we get so tired of figuring out what happened we just say, ‘Forget it,’ and we push it to the side. A lot of men leave, and they leave with their tails between their legs because they don’t think they’re good enough, they don’t have enough money, they don’t have enough education. And African American women have always had to forge ahead. We can’t wait. We have children and we have responsibilities. We have to take care of ourselves.

West hopes her intimate exploration of individual lives, family history and the history of the African American people will lead the audience to ask difficult but important questions about the effects of history on our present:

Where are we now? How empowered are we now? Where are our tools for survival? How do we express and tell the next generation our history so that they can take from that a sense of pride, a sense of purpose and even a sense of direction, as opposed to ignoring the history because we think it’s only of victimhood? …We don’t want to think about the times we had to do menial labor when we’re now lawyers and doctors and priests and everything, the whole gamut. But it is off the backs of people who didn’t have the same privileges that we became what we are today. A lot of pride, a lot of dignity, a lot of lessons can be learned from those porters, because no matter what, they consistently said, ‘I do a job and I do it well.’

If you are near D.C., get tickets now to invest in this world and listen to some fantastic blues.

Pullman Porter Blues runs from November 23- January 6. Visit Arena Stage’s website to hear the music and meet the team behind the show. Click here to read more of the interviews with Cheryl L. West, Lisa Peterson, E. Faye Butler and Christine Sumption.

For further reading, check out Melinda Chatauvert’s Marching Together: Women of the Brotherhood of Sleeping Car Porters and Angela Davis’s Blues Legacies and Black Feminism: Gertrude “Ma” Rainey, Bessie Smith and Billie Holiday.

Photo of E. Faye Butler as Juba from by Kevin Rosinbum.

Cross posted at Ms.

When I heard the news from Michigan, the first person I thought of was Eve Ensler. I’ve directed The Vagina Monologues twice and, despite unsettling doubts that the play does not actually work as V-Day events intend it to (to end violence), I loved doing it both times. In theater speak, The Vagina Monologues works in an Aristotelian way to create catharsis out of pity and fear. In regular speak, that means that the play creates for the audience an identification with the characters that leads to an empathetic emotional experience. This in itself is pretty cool, but emotional experiences are by definition internal to individuals, whereas ending violence requires structural social change.

Nevertheless, I am here to tell you that a performance of The Vagina Monologues scheduled for Monday evening on the steps of the Michigan capitol is activist theater that can work. In fact it’s just about the best idea I’ve heard in a long time.

The local artists putting together the event have recruited six state senators (Sen. Rebekah Warren (D-Ann Arbor), Sen. Gretchen Whitmer (D-East Lansing), Rep. Barb Byrum (D- Onondaga), Rep. Stacy Erwin Oakes (D-Saginaw), Rep. Dian Slavens (D- Canton Township), Rep. Rashida Tlaib (D- Detroit)) to read monologues and is filling out the rest with volunteer actors. As if notified by a vagina signal in the sky, Ensler herself will attend.

In case you’re one of the few people who haven’t seen it yet, every monologue in this groundbreaking show deals either directly or indirectly with a woman struggling to describe her experience of her own body, to a create meaningful narrative out of things that have happened to her. In so doing, the women in the play say vagina, and many other words that supposedly mean the same thing (in some cases they don’t and it’s unfortunate that Ensler blurs these lines) over and over and over until the audience is comfortable not only hearing them but often saying them, too: In many cases, a highlight of the show is the audience chanting CUNT aloud together.

Unfortunately, theater audiences–typically made up of aging middle- to upper-class liberals–feeling empathy for victims of violence will not end violence. If it were going to, it would have already, and Sarah McLachlan would have saved all the abandoned animals in the world. In fact V-Day events have been held in 140 countries over 11 years, and yet violence against women continues. But feeling the liberation that comes from hearing people you identify with speak openly about the feelings, colors, smells and sensations associated with the most intimate parts of their bodies will make individual audience members more interested in and aware of the ways they talk and think about vaginas.

Taking Ensler’s play outside the relatively safe walls of the theater and putting it in the mouths of politicians will directly confront people–and by people I mean people who did not pay $45 for the privilege–with the language and imagery of female anatomy until they admit it: These are not bad words. We need these words. These words are about women, and we will not allow you to erase women by erasing the words that describe them.

This is the political action aided by the individual identification at the center of The Vagina Monologue‘s structure, and I am all for it. Of the anti-vagina events in Michigan that spurred this performance, organizer Carla Milarch of Ann Arbor’s Performance Network Theatre says,

It’s just a perfect example of the ways we use language to oppress people. The more we understand that and say, I’m going to say the word vagina in any context–it’s a way is taking back the power of the word.

Milarch is still seeking volunteers to perform; for more information, contact her here. And if you’re in Michigan, show up at the capitol at 6pm Monday and say, “Vagina! Vagina! Vagina! Vagina! Vagina!”