If someone told me that one day I’d be onstage playing the role of an angry woman cursing and ranting about the pyscho products and nasty ideas that her vagina has to endure, I would have laughed and said get out of here.
But there I was.
Last night I celebrated IWD with a group of fantastic women and together we performed Eve Ensler’s play, The Vagina Monologues at the local library theatre.
At the start of this project I only knew one woman, my friend who is also my old belly-dance teacher. I now have ten new and fabulous friends.
The play was a smash hit. We rocked the house. The audience were fantastic. They loved us. They laughed at the witty vulgarities, they whistled and cheered at the moans. And they listened respectfully to the harrowing and sensitive monologues.
A great night out for the women and crucially, some very serious issues were highlighted. The money from the ticket sales (and it was a sell-out I might proudly add) went to two women’s charities and I was chuffed to bits to be involved.
And just to end on a sobering thought . . . pregnancy is not a disease, yet it kills one woman every minute. Amnesty has a campaign going about maternal mortality and the injustice that 80% of those deaths are avoidable. They are asking us to join their call for:
- Increased international aid for maternal, newborn and child health.
- Maternal, newborn and child health to be at the heart of all health systems.
- Sexual and reproductive rights to be made a reality for women and girls
They have written a brilliant and compassionate Manifesto for Motherhood which they’re taking to the government. It’s a thought-provoking and important read. So have a look – you don’t have to be female. It’s Mother’s day on Sunday. Do it for your mums.