I realize this is not breaking news, but am I the last person to hear that a Florida theatre, doing a charity production of Eve Ensler's Vagina Monologues, changed the name on the marquee of the theatre to The Hoohaa Monologues because a passer-by complained about it?
(Not kidding. I wish I were.)
Apparently a woman was driving past with her niece, who, after seeing the marquee, asked her aunt what a vagina was. The woman then called the theatre to complain that she was faced with the question -- I can only imagine how she answered it. ("Well, dear, a vagina is a secret place you never tounch until you meet a man who really loves you, and marries you, and then he puts his love wand there to make babies.") The theatre changed the marquee, but the director told them (thank god) that they only had the rights to the production if no part of it (including the title... duh) was censored.
Even thinking of calling that play the Hoohaa Monologues is a million degrees away from the point the play makes -- that vaginas are not something to be ashamed of.
My hoohaa is appalled. My gynie is angry. My twinkleplace is outraged!
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