"If your vagina could talk, what would it say?"
This question, from Eve Ensler's Vagina Monologues, has probably been heard by hundreds of thousands of women by now. The play has been performed so often that an entire generation of feminists knows it by heart. It's been staged in far-flung countries, and helped raise millions of dollars for women's anti-violence groups.
I first heard the talking vagina question when it floated through the open window of the ground-floor office where I worked on a large university campus. Outside was a tree-shaded courtyard—a peaceful place, its atmosphere somewhat subdued by a brooding statue of Confederate General Albert Sidney Johnston. But a plucky [...]