I was thinking the same thing. The whole vagina obsession seems completely moronic.
Gee, maybe I'll write a stupid play about that hangy thing in the back of my throat and call it "The Uvula Monologues" and make a pantload of money.
LQ, I am woman, I am uvula :::laughing::
Might work. Except I read it first as The Vulva Monologues, and thought 'same old, same old' *LOL*
I love your response.
It's not about a quick buck. The Vagina Monologues is another blatant tool of the Homosexual Recruitment movement. By definition, these people put sex and sexuality above everything and everyone else in thei lives. They recruit "fresh meat" by convincing young people to participate in their obsessions.
You can't get addicted to cigarettes if you don't smoke that first cigarette. Likewise with sex. The creators of vagina workshops know it, so they have to use these kind of tools to get these kids to "take that first step".
There are even some groups pushing for the legalisation of child sex so they can get their meat even fresher.
It is. And when Andy Warhohl conned all those self-styled sophisticates into staring at campbell's soup cans on museum walls, that was moronic too. At least Warhohl knew it was a joke and that the viewers were the punch line.