The Vagina Monologues
Best of Chicago voting is live now. Vote for your favorites » Every house needs both a bedroom and a basement, notes a character in Eve Ensler’s set of solo pieces, based on interviews the New York playwright conducted with hundreds of women. Ensler’s candid, sometimes outrageous, sometimes poignant sketches roam the territory bounded by these metaphorical psychosexual extremes, offering provocative observations on women’s experiences. Ensler’s touchstones are messy, painful, ecstatic, and primal–blood, sweat, tears, and come–as she ranges from the witch trials of the 1590s (when the investigating attorney, apparently just discovering the clitoris, proclaims a suspected satanist’s sex organ a devil’s teat) to such present-day characters as a Pittsburgh massage therapist rhapsodically reclaiming the word “cunt” and an elderly lady from Queens gingerly talking about her “down there....