Years back, when my girlfriend at the time took me to see The Vagina Monologues, I was excited to go. I was expecting a Puppetry of the Penis like spectacle, albeit one with less puppetry and more ventriloquism. Needless to say, I ended up being pretty disappointed, although, years later, the grueling experience of having to sit through three hours of strange women telling appalling details about their vaginas would eventually prove to be an invaluable skillset after the rest of ToM's writers decided I was officially "one of the girls." To this day, I have sworn off going to any performance that involves complete strangers telling me anecdotes about gaping orifices.
That said, while I'm not the biggest fan of The Vagina Monologues, even I find something patently absurd about the idea of retitling it 'The Hoohah Monologues' to appeal to delicate sensibilities. Unfortunately, that's precisely what happened at the Atlantic Theatres in Atlantic Beach, Florida after a woman called to complain when her twelve year old daughter (!) saw the "inappropriate word" and she had to have explained to her what a vagina was (!!!).
The explanation of the marquee retitling on the Atlantic Theatre's website is priceless:
Naturally, there's much fun to be had here, which I invite you to indulge in within our comments section. Would I go to see The Vagina Monologues again? No. But The Salivating Cervical Circus Monologues would probably draw me in. And if anyone ever decides to mash-up the works of Eve Ensler with George A. Romero, I think I can guarantee that the entire staff of ToM will buy season tickets to The Vagina Dentata Monologues. In a heartbeat.
Vagina Park, or, More Vaginas Than You Can Shake Your Stick At [Ricotta Park] (via Boing Boing)
