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Unforgettable thoughts on Vagina Monologues

15 Aug

I’ll never forget when she said that: “And you guys, this is sick. All I could think was, why wasn’t I good enough [to be raped]?”

-from a Mislabeled friend’s new blog, Lilac Shrieks & Scarlet Bellowings

The Truth about Peter

10 May

Monday, May 9, 4:50 PM (Note: This conversation has not been edited)

Peter: I’m bummin’ this week

Me: HEY! why don’t you come with me tomorrow night to hear three smart n’ funny ladies read over on the other side of town

Peter: What are they reading?

Me: does it matter? they’ll be entertaining i promise

Peter: Well, last time we you took me to “smart n’ funny reading”, it turned out to be the Vagina Monologues, and the only thing to eat were vaginas.

Peter: Cookies, I mean. Vagina cookies. With black icing pubic hair.

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I’m a feminist! She’s a feminist! He’s a feminist! Wait…what? (Part 1)

18 Dec

So, I consider myself a feminist. Yeah, I said it. I dropped the f-bomb. Feminist. Such a loaded word that often invites skepticism & eye-rolls, but also encapsulates a far-reaching movement of people—regardless of gender, sexual orientation, or any other classification—dedicated to fighting against gender discrimination and advocating for equality.

That movement of people includes men. Yup, the people without lady parts. I know that a lot of people tend to think of feminists as only women, but who’s to say that men can’t believe in equality? Sure, we all arrive on the scene with our own biases; our own blind spots caused by various privileges we take for granted. But that’s not to say that those are things that cannot be overcome. I’m sure that sounds nice and idealistic, but I think that things tend to become more believable with human stories and real people.

My very best friend, Bryan, is a feminist. He’s also a straight guy and no, he’s not pretending to care about women’s issues to get in my pants. (I have been asked these things on numerous occasions.) During my senior year of college, Bryan and I co-directed a production of Eve Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues. In my director’s notes, I dedicated the show not only to all of the strong, amazing women I know and on the stage, but to Bryan and all of the caring and compassionate men in my life that have shaped me and provided me with the strength to keep going on my worst days. And Bryan? He wrote this:

I may not have lady parts, but through this year’s production of the “Vagina Monologues”, I hope to empower those who have experienced a form of violence and raise awareness of this issue in both men and women. The females affected by actions such as rape, battery, incest, female genital mutilation, and sexual slavery need every person, regardless of gender, to join in the fight. It will take an army of warriors to stop these crimes against humanity, but it only takes one person to make a difference.

See. How could we not be best friends? I love that man for being kind and decent and courageous—the same traits that I admire in anyone willing to lend their voice to this ongoing movement to see and treat all of the people in this world as equals.

I’m grateful for the men in my life who have helped to lift me up. (And the women, too.) Take a minute and thank someone—regardless of their gender—who has left you a better person with a more equal view of the world.

Thanks, Bry.

Bry & I played this at the end of our show. Thank you to everyone out there–men & women–who provide support and understanding to survivors of abuse.

This post brought to you by Dawn.

Tomatoes & Other Things

17 Dec

I’m Dawn. (Or FeistyFeminist1 if you follow me on Twitter.) But really, I’m Dawn.

When people ask me about myself, one of the first words I say is “feminist.” I tell them I’m compassionate and opinionated, but feminist pops out of my mouth pretty quickly.

So, why am I a feminist? How did I come to be this way? I don’t have a specific moment when a light bulb went off and I knew I was all about gender equality. In fact, I didn’t refer to myself as a feminist until my freshman year of college. But I’ve always believed that women and men were equal.

It was definitely my four years at McDaniel College & my involvement in Eve Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues that opened my eyes and allowed me to embrace the part of myself that is committed to stopping mindless violence against women and girls across the world.

But wait — let me tell you the three key words in that last bit: part of myself. That’s right, there’s more to me than just my feministy self. I might have been referred to as “the vagina girl” during my senior year of college (it’s what happens when you direct a show about vaginas at a small school), but there’s a lot more to me than that.

I majored in Women’s Studies. Big surprise. BUT I also majored in Art History and love modern & contemporary art especially. And cool shit like this:

So, things that I like, sans feminism. Green is the best color ever. (Who doesn’t love Kermit the Frog?) Fo realz. And I could listen to Muse all day, everyday. I’m also a huge fan of giraffes (although it has been suggested that my admiration for them stems from the fact that they’re super tall and I’m only 5’1’’). Whatevs.

I’m also an Army brat and the military lifestyle has definitely shaped a lot of my views, allowed me to experience a lot of different places, and bitten me with the travel bug. I’d love to go here.

I’m a twenty-something, millennial woman and I certainly feel pressure. A lot of it is self-imposed, but pressure nonetheless.

I want to be independent, but I want to know that I’m not alone, too. Some days, I want validation. Others, I’d love to engage in an intelligent debate and hear the other side. I want to talk. Explain. Question. Be engaged. Assert myself. And mostly, I want to explore ways that we can stop mislabeling ourselves and everything around us—or at least understand why we do it.

Because seriously, guys, tomatoes are fruits as much as we want to call them veggies.

This post is brought to you by Dawn.
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