I'm not cut out for pain, suffering, nuisance -- really anything that might damper glee or merriment. This is why, when I recently discovered I had a kidney stone by virtue of excruciating pain. Nay, it hurt like f**king hell.
I should look at that book again now and see how it handles the issue of female orgasm, considering it was released in 1969, and it wasn't until the 1990s that clitoral anatomy was accurately depictured in medical textbooks.
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.
We think her new book, In the Body of the World, is her best work yet. It chronicles her journey through metastatic stage IV cancer and her recognition of "illness as metaphor" for the cancers of greed, ignorance and violence that are consuming the world.
While I was operating in western Nepal I could bury myself in my work, pushing aside the desire to just finally come out and transition. One experience in Nepal exemplified my inner conflict and that was the Passover seder we created in Katmandu that year.
All war metaphors must go. You cannot fight for peace. Peace is the path. You cannot win a war on cancer or violence against women or anything else you don't want. Fighting something always makes it bigger.
Not every playwright wants their work to start a movement. That's where Eve Ensler differs. Therefore, it is not surprising that Ensler's new theatrical endeavor, Emotional Creature, would take on issues faced by girls across the world.
Faced with the overwhelming reality of our world in which women are so often oppressed and victimized, I wonder: shouldn't I stop pretending that certain political conversations fall within the boundaries of what's normal and sane?
With Emotional Creatures, which opened a few days ago at Berkeley Rep, Eve Ensler has taken a broader focus. Rather than limiting attention to issues of sexuality, she has attacked a huge gamut of abuses faced by young women.
In the aftermath of the silencing of Rep. Brown, I confess that I took some delight in the many tweeple who took to the twitterverse to speculate on what if any euphemistic term would have been acceptable in lieu of the medically appropriate anatomical term, vagina.
Did I expect the two college guys behind me to simulate a woman's orgasm? Definitely not. But that is the beauty of the monologues, they are always evolving, taking new shape, acquiring a different life. They are always surprising you.