The proudly feminist play, which premiered in the late 1990s, smashed taboos with its frank, honest talk about women’s genitalia as a symbol and vessel not only of female sexuality, but also of women’s rights and their hopes, fears, aspirations and struggles.
Angelica Vale is getting steamy onstage. She puts her hands to her neck, twisting and moaning, before bursting into an orgasm that seems to leave her exhausted and completely happy.
Last Valentine’s Day, I was on an “international” date—with one billion women and men. Together we danced on the streets of different cities all over the world—Manila, New York, London, Bangladesh, Rome, Belgrade (Serbia), the City of Joy in the Democratic Republic of Congo—bringing to life “One Billion Rising,” the global campaign calling for the end of violence against women (VAW).
Awash in purple light and its floor covered in rose petals, the stage of Music Museum in Greenhills was filled with women—kids, teens, mothers, artists, celebrities, even seniors who survived the war—all enthusiastically dancing to an upbeat tune.
If you've ever fired up your computer and cringed in anticipation of what nasty e-mails await, pity Eve Ensler.
