I keep trying to say something profound about Alison’s post here, about the work the Women’s Studies Department at her college is doing. But I don’t know what.
When I think of the fact that talking about a play is such a threat to the established order that she can’t get certain printers to take her business, that girls who are on the Pill don’t understand enough about their bodies to understand how it works, that the idea of women having bodily autonomy is so foreign that they’re trying to pass a law in her state that would let pharmacists pass judgment about whether they thought it was “moral” for them to fill a woman’s prescriptions–I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
It’s easy to feel daunted, like what needs to be done is so great that the doing of it is nearly impossible.
But I think that, because the need is so great, it makes it easier to do something. I mean, shit, if talking about a play is so controversial, how hard can it be to challenge the powers that be? Just say “vagina” out loud like it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Just walk around like having one is nothing to be ashamed of. Just walk around like loving someone with one is nothing to be ashamed of.
God, knowing there are feminists in the world like this makes me feel proud and inspired.
Alison, if you are who I think you are, I think we may have eaten lunch with Annie Sprinkle together. If so, hello.