Not gonna lie, I'm inconsistent as fuck. In fact my inconsistency
is the only consistent thing about me. My parents are worried about my future
and I suspect they share my own fear that I will one day be a vagrant, but damn
if I won't be the best vagrant there ever was or will be. Back to the point of
this pointless page - if I have a favourite something, I'll put it here. I
might say why but don't count on it.
I decided to read this because it was the first book of 2017 that Emma Watson selected for her book club, Our Shared Shelf. I really didn't know what to expect when I purchased it, I just knew I trusted Watson's unwavering advocacy for feminism. Not to mention, she seems like she's got hella good taste. Well, to cut a long story short, this book was fucking magnificent. Its a compilation of interviews Ensler undertook with women of all creeds, colours and backgrounds. In these interviews, Ensler asks women to talk about their vaginas. Its as simple and terrifying and amazing as that.
So first let me say of the book that it did everything that good literature (or theatre, or music, or art) should - it made me laugh, it made me think, and it made me cry. It opened me up to things I hadn't considered - specifically the words we use to describe the vagina, and how terrified we all are of those words (or word, really). The very short two page chapter devoted to the feelings of Bosnian women during the war, when they suffered unspeakable acts of torture and rape, nearly broke me. I'm ashamed that I didn't know about it before reading this book. It only took two hours to read, because I was just transfixed. In the book it includes excerpts of college groups who have participated in V-Day, and someone who saw one of these groups performances said that this was like the bible for women. I couldn't agree more. Don't be afraid to read this, just because it has the word "vagina" in the title. You would be doing yourself a disservice.
Books and TV and
film are my forte. Music is most definitely not. I’m shit at music. I have
awful taste and I never know what is current/relevant/good. But I did hear this
song which I thought sounded timeless in a super depressing
lets-drink-red-wine-and-have-a-group-existential-crisis kind of way. So if
that’s what you’re into then you should go search Think of You and wallow
in your own pitiful existence. Suggested topics for said wallowing (other than
your own pitiful existence) while listening are: exes, unrequited loves, that
imaginary friend you had as a child whose disappearance you’ll never quite get
over. That’s pretty much all I got…
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