Published by Tamara on 09 Feb 2007
There was a ‘big’ news story recently about some woman finding the word vagina offensive and when she saw it on a marquee she complained. The venue decided hoohaa would be less offensive. And here’s where I started laughing. Can you imagine you’re walking down the street and you look up and there’s a huge billboard advertising “The Hoohaa Monologues?” It’s a Saturday Night Live stunt. It’s guerilla theater. Nope, just some lady who is so uncomfortable with the word vagina she can’t stand to see it on a marquee.
First of all, I don’t even know where to begin with how fucked up it is that a woman doesn’t like to see the word vagina. It’s a clinical term. You know how I know it’s a clinical term? I’ve heard that word, that horrible dirty word spoken aloud when I was in a clinic. You know what the doctor didn’t call the opening between my legs where things are inserted for pleasure and periodically blood absorbtion? She didn’t call it my hoohaa.
I guess I feel sorry for the lady who thinks vagina is a dirty word. It’s not like they’re calling it “The Cunt Monologues,” or “The Pussy Monologues,” or “The Hairy Clam Monologues.” It’s just another sign that women have been convinced that our bodies are something to be ashamed of, something to hide away and never touch. Something dirty. Poor thing probably doesn’t even know what her clitoris is for, I hope she finds out soon. A clitoris is a terrible thing to waste.