V is for...

So, folks, it’s that time of year again: crocuses are blooming, the spring calves are being born down at the farm, and the word vagina is in the air. Wait…vagina? Huh?

Yep, vagina. The Vagina Monologues is being performed this Friday and Saturday in our lovely Bryson Gym, and I’m co-directing it with my friend Erin, who was in the show with me last year. We’ve been spending the week scrambling to get things done: getting lost in the warehouse where we bought t-shirts to sell, learning Photoshop to design our poster, working with the folks at the WWC Print Shop to get the program printed. It’s been a lot of work, but the play is finally coming together, and people have been nothing but helpful.

Never seen The Vagina Monologues, and not sure what it’s all about? Well, it’s about vaginas (duh). But it’s also about women sharing their stories and being able to connect. It’s funny, and heartbreaking, and enraging, and comforting. It’s about saying the word vagina so many times that people stop being afraid to say it or talk about it. And me, I’ve probably said the word vagina thousands of times in the past three months, and that’s fine with me.

Lindsay