I went on Friday night, and it struck me that the biggest challenge for this play has become keeping it original: I think that every single person in that room had seen the Vagina Monologues at LEAST once or twice before, and frankly most people seemed to be there out of a sense of duty ("it's February, I guess I have to go see the Vagina Monologues..."). Of course, it's a fantastic testament to the power of this play that it has gone from revolutionary to cliché in only seven years - can you imagine that V-day started in 1998? It wasn't that long ago, and it's already an obligatory production for every University in America. But this wild popularity has its disadvantages in the fact that, well, it's all been done, and people are beginning to get bored.
Congratulations, then, to the women and men involved in the Tufts Vagina Monologues, who did a damned good job of keeping our attention! The representation was very simple and loyal to the text, and depended on the actresses’ abilities to pull it together despite everyone’s familiarity with the play. Personally, I thought Lauren Jackson in “The Little Coochie Snorcher That Could” and Jessica Cohen in “Reclaiming Cunt” both deserve additional props (they were awesome). But I’m not trying to be rude when I say that this production had nothing too special about it: it was basic, and well done.
So another Vagina Monologues season has come and gone, Good Job to the cast and crew at Tufts…I guess we can all go back to being afraid to say vagina and talk about women’s sexuality for the other 364 days of the year…