So as part of the (inter)national V-Day happening in February, local amateurs are given the rights to perform The Vagina Monologues to fund-raise for local women’s not-for-profits. I’ve been asked to perform. I went in to this to perform “I Was There In The Room”, an awe inspiring pro vagina piece about the author’s experience attending the birth of her grandchild.
I’ve now been asked, in addition, to perform the most controversial piece the very controversial show has ever produced: The Little Coochie-Snorcher That Could.
I’m kind of terrified.
The piece is a series of memories, one at 5 years old, one at 7, 9, 10, 13 and 16…Each one (except the last) is progressively more horrible and violent and ugly, as a woman learns to hate her Coochie-Snorcher. Y’know, her Down There. Her Vajayjay. At 7, a boy punches her in her Coochie-Snorcher and her mom yells at her for it, at 9 she impales her Coochie-Snorcher on a bedpost and needs stitches. At 10, she’s raped by a family friend, her father shoots him, he’s paralyzed, blood’s everywhere…y’know, light happy stuff.
At 16, she has an intoxicated sexual encounter with an older woman. *This *memory is a good one. An empowering one. A lovingly recalled pleasurable one in which the older woman, “teaches me everything about my Coochi Snorcher.” It ends with the lines “I realize later she was my surprising, unexpected and politically incorrect salvation. She transformed my sorry-ass Coochi Snorcher and raised it into a kind of heaven.”
This piece makes people lose their minds. It’s often brought out as an example of Eve Ensler’s (the writer’s) lesbian recruiting man hating propaganda. Many detractors saw it or heard about it in its earlier incarnation, when the lesbian encounter happened at 13 years old, instead of 16, and the final line was, “If it was rape, it was a good rape.” The author changed the piece to its current form years ago. Why? I’m not sure. I don’t think the author has ever said publicly.
The piece, by the way, is claimed to be a true story, recounted in an interview at a homeless shelter. I don’t know if anyone’s verified the veracity or not.
It raises in me, as a woman who was much more classically, legitimately raped, all sorts of questions about what rape is. Is it rape if it’s pleasurable? Is it rape if it’s lesbian? Is is rape if it’s statutory? Is it fair to use the word “rape” for *all *non-societally condoned sex? Does what the victim feels about it matter, or are we to define her experience for her?
Have you seen it? What did you think? Have you performed it? How do you handle the abrupt emotional transition between Memory 13 Years Old and Memory 16 Years Old?
For those who’d like to see it, I’ll spoiler a link to it here, as it’s probably NSFW. This isn’t me, this is another actress. And check out the comments for some of the very common negative reactions I’m talking about.