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Beyond Vagina-dome
A giant clitoris! Healing circles! Celebrities! It's the 10th anniversary of "The Vagina Monologues," but the real star is New Orleans.
By Rebecca Traister [2008-04-17]

  • Eve Ensler, you've been beaten to it.

    I have a male friend, who shall not be named, who at least three years ago came up with a long, stoned, complicated theory about how 1.) New Orleans is the vagina of America and 2.) the French Quarter was the clitoris.

    I pointed out that the French Quarter was technically INSIDE New Orleans and left it at that, but I don't think he ever quite figured out what I meant...

    Anyway, I went to the Superdome with my boyfriend (yes, Brightstar, they let guys in!) because a neighbor of mine had been one of the organizers of the event, and because I'm poor and I figured there might be free stuff. I got a bunch of ball point pens, a coffee mug, and an extremely useful booklet detailing various sliding scale medical and dental clinics in the area, and that's about it on the empowerment scale.

    I also got my picture taken beside a six-foot-tall ball of bras, even though you weren't supposed to have a camera in there.

    I agree with Traister in that the Superdome seemed to have been turned into a vagina by a prom committee.

    All told, it was a fairly amusing Saturday, and my boyfriend seemed to enjoy the novelty of seeing the word "vagina" printed on t-shirts. But it wasn't anything to write home about.

    -- Leeandra Nolting
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    Thursday, April 17, 2008 04:29 PM
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