Two Women’s Epic Journeys
I consider myself a feminist. By that I mean, seeing traits that are still intrinsically considered feminine — compassion, empathy, the capacity to nurture and build communities — as sources of vitality and strength.
But I’ve got to say, I just can’t get behind the Vagina Feminists.
Did I just coin a phrase? I don’t know, but let’s give it a hashtag #vaginafeminists.
First, we had Aussie “performer craftavist,” Casey Jenkins, who knitted a scarf as long as the Great Wall of China from wool tucked up into her vagina.
She called the project “Casting off my Womb.”
She knitted in an art gallery for 28 days in order to capture her full menstrual cycle.
She said she undertook this project to “challenge the negative and fearful view of the female genitalia” to make vaginas less frightening.
I wasn’t afraid of vaginas UNTIL I saw her performance.
But where’s the line people?
Demonstrating that you don’t need someone to hold your yarn skeins while you knit because your vagina is up to the task isn’t going to win the hearts and minds of misogynists everywhere, and might even freak out those of us who really love our vaginas (mine is called Margaret Pennyfeather. Yours?).
I’d just recuperated from the vaginal knitter when, yesterday, a new #VaginaFeminist emerged.
A woman with eggs in her vagina.
And not just any eggs. Oh, no. These eggs were filled with paint and acrylics.
Swiss artist Milo Moiré, performing at this year’s Art Cologne Fair in Germany, stood on two stepladders, squatted over a large swathe of white butcher paper and squeezed several paint-filled eggs out of her vagina to create Splatter Art.
(Why didn’t Pollack use urethra paint pellets?).
Moiré called her endeavor, “PlopEgg.”