For the second time, I saw The Vagina Monologues. It still was as informative and entertaining as the first. There was a larger turnout this time around. Most of those in attendance were women, but there were a handful of men. Some men were obligated by their girlfriends while some came to see what it was all about. Last year, I was the latter. This year, I felt an article deserved to be written. So what exactly is The Vagina Monologues? It is a one-act play where actors perform and recite monologues from Eve Ensler’s play of the same name. To no surprise, all of the actors were actresses. That is the first point I wanted to distinguish. The actresses of women on stage were very representative of several different kinds of women. Had it been some Hollywood schmuck running the show, it would categorize women through the most beautiful ones from the casting list. No, not here! This play had several different kinds of women ranging from old to young, black and white, and little and large. In a man’s mind, we would come to this show thinking we would somehow get off and express it towards our significant others, but that wasn’t the case. I’m not a woman, so I cannot say I know how a woman would respond to the show, but as a man, I found the show to be pleasuring. This comes to my next point, the vagina. The vagina is powerful. I’ll begin with that. Like many of the performers discussed, why is the vagina so powerful, yet so forbidden? Why is talking about it viewed as pornographic? The vagina is one of the most powerful symbols in humanity that is hidden in plain sight. Okay, maybe it’s hidden under some clothing, but no one can deny it is there. This is a human organ that conceives life and gives birth to it later on. Even during sex, I do not believe men could enjoy the colorful pleasure women feel during their orgasms. These are just some of the powers of the vagina. The neat thing about it that this is present on all women. That is why I really enjoyed the female representation from the play. The powerful vagina is not something only found on beautiful women, virgin women, or white women. It is found on all women. That being said, watching all these women talking about their common power is not pornographic, but unifying instead, and actually hopeful too. So many different stories were told about women and their adventures with vaginas. Some of them were sexy, enlightening, and hilarious while others were tragic, fearful, and depressing. None of which is a bad thing. The vagina is present in the lightest and darkest of times. The talks had lovely stories of men admiring just the formation of the vagina. Another was a woman’s dilemma with premature orgasms. One was in-your-face about short skirts. There was one where a woman best pleasured another woman’s vagina. There was even a serenade of the different vocal tones of women during sex. However, there was one that still hit me as hard as when I first researched it.