I don't know Eve Ensler. She has not asked me to defend her, nor clearly does she need my help. But I do respect what she has accomplished with her voice. It feels a big leap to me to decide that a show about people with vaginas is somehow discriminatory to those without them.
When women stand up and defend themselves, it works. Remember -- in 1975, 98% of women were mutilated just like I was. Today, it is 27%. That's 27% too many, but it's also the sign of a revolution. It wasn't handed down on high.
After reviewing the footage and analyzing a series of bad plays since Janay Rice's attack, it's clear that the victims of domestic violence whose attackers play for professional sports associations are in desperate need of a strong defensive lineup.
As we form a larger and louder global alliance with survivors who are demanding justice, let us reflect on the African proverb: "A single bracelet does not jingle." On this V-Day, let's make some noise.
I saw, like a picture, every step of our 13-year journey in their fierceness, in their courage, in their generosity and love of our women and our country -- as well as in their joy and insistence on hope.
Last year ONE BILLION RISING was a "catalyst and a wind." This year, come dance again. Come sing. Come imagine. And, come to reconfigure and begin to restructure the world with stronger winds. We are doing it for ourselves, and everyone.
I am not Trayvon Martin. I will never know what it feels like to live in the skin, in the daily rhythms and predeterminations of a black boy or man in America. But as a woman, there are things I do know and things that I have experienced that bring us into the same story, the same struggle.