"Pussies unite!"
"[My vagina is] pissed off!"
These were the sounds of the cast of the 2004 St. Olaf production of the Vagina Monologues" warming up in the Pause for their Saturday performance. Decked out in black, red and pink, the all-female cast formed a semi-circle in the darkened theater, each woman shouting a line from the monologues, a motivating tidbit, or something related to their vaginas. Anything about vaginas.
There was a booth selling chocolate vaginas outside Stav Hall last week. I immediately understood that a feminist group was behind this, but their message was not so recognizable. Who else could sell chocolate vaginas outside Stav and get away with it?
In Haiti, people are sick of war. President Jean-Bertrand Aristide has finally left the country, and the leader of the rebel group, Guy Philippe, has agreed to disarm. Philippe has yet to keep that promise.
Many students have seen them when walking past the administration building. The bronze sculptures just outside the registrars office have entered and exited countless students' thoughts in a matter of seconds, causing these pieces of art to be overlooked by many on campus.
