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...VAGINA MONOLOGUES. The Athena Company perform the much-talked-about Eve Ensler play in celebration of V-day—conveniently corresponding with Valentine’s Day—as a form of protest against violence directed at women. Proceeds will be donated to a yearly charity supported by the V-day fund Thursday, Feb. 13 through Saturday, Feb. 15 at 8 p.m. Tickets $8, $6 students/seniors, available at the Harvard Box Office or by phone (617) 496-2222. Agassiz Theatre, Radcliffe Yard...
...casual question proved an inadvertent catalyst. Trumpler had not seen the play but had been curious about it for some time—her most recent administrative post had been at Middlebury College, where Vagina Monologues creator and alum Eve Ensler was considered the “local girl made good.” Finding herself unexpectedly inspired, Trumpler auditioned along with the usual throng, and soon found herself among the all-female ensemble. She was cast to read three scientific “vagina facts,” a role she is pleased to fill. She jokes, however, that...
...eve of the Persian Gulf War, part II, the toy arsenal now includes four-foot long Apache helicopters, Bradley tanks, aircraft carriers, and even fire trucks decked out defiantly with the crest of FDNY. In addition to the new hardware, there are legions of plastic action figures—mostly GI Joes—which hang from little hooks waiting to turn a seven-year-old’s playroom into a battlefield...
...times a week! Call parents more often! Get more sleep! Eat more healthily! The paper was still as clean as next month’s calendar page. The list reminded me of nothing so much as the cardboard-and-bed-sheet boat in the New Year’s Eve parade, that other embodiment of the promise of a new year untainted by cynicism or disappointment. Before long the cardboard would succumb to the rain and wilt; before long my blockmate would stay up too late, eat unhealthily, neglect her parents, become a stranger...
...marchers in the New Year’s Eve parade felt no such compulsion, though. They did not guard their cardboard boats against the incipient wet; they did not scaffold their trash-bag puppets against the breeze. You might call this lack of prudence foolhardy, but you did not see the joy in the children’s lamp-lit faces on New Year’s Eve. Their cardboard might sag, their flowered sails might collapse, but for the ten minutes it took them to make two laps of the main street, their hope was infectious...