I have a confession to make. I have a crush on Eve Ensler.
Her writings ignite a fire in my heart that I didn’t even know existed until recently. Thanks, Eve, for breathing life into my baby feminist heart!
Here’s one monologue from her newest book that I can’t stop reading…
“Manifesta to Young Women and Girls
“Here is what you will be told:
“Find a man. Seek protection. The world is scary. Don’t go out. You are weak. Don’t care so much. They’re only animals. Don’t be so intense. Don’t cry so much. You can’t tryst anyone. Don’t talk to strangers. People will take advantage of you. Close your legs.
“Girls aren’t good with: numbers, facts, making difficult decisions, lifting things, putting things together, international news, flying planes, being in charge.
“If he rapes you, surrender; you will get killed trying to defend yourself. Don’t travel alone. You are nothing without a name. Don’t make the first move, wait for him to notice you. Don’t be too loud. Follow the crowd. Obey the laws. Don’t drink too much. Tone it down. Find someone rich. it’s how you look that matters, not what you think.
“Here’s what I’m telling you:
“Everyone’s making everything up. There is no one in charge except for those who pretend to be. No one is coming. No one is going to rescue you, mind-read your needs, know your body better than you.
“Always fight back. Ask for it. Say you want it. Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing. Fight for tenderness. Care as much as you do. Cry as much as you want. Insist the world be theater and love the drama. Take your time. Move as fast as you do as long as it’s your speed.
“Ask yourself these questions: Why am I whispering when I have something to say? Why am I adding a question mark at the end of all my sentences? Why am I apologizing every time I express my needs? Why am I hunching over? Starving myself when I love food? Pretending it doesn’t mean that much to me? Hurting myself when I mean to scream? Why am I waiting, whining, pining, fitting in?
“You know the truth: Sometimes it does hurt that much. Horses can feel love. Your mother wanted more than that. It’s easier to be mean than smart, but that isn’t who you are.”
Eve Ensler, I am an Emotional Creature