
... when you've got Eve! Here's my new favorite monologue, from Ensler's new book I Am an Emotional Creature (Random House, 2010). Best to listen to her read it on NPR
YOU TELL ME HOW TO BE A GIRL IN 2010
Questions, doubt, ambiguity, and dissent/have somehow become very unmasculine./ Authoritarian maniacs are/premiers, czars, and presidents./Each one is more righteous than the next./ Each town they bomb/ each human they kill/ is done for “humanitarian” purposes./ People don’t own the water in their own village/ and they certainly don’t own the diamonds and gold./ Millions are forced to make dinner out of garbage and dust/ while Russian businessmen and movie stars/ are buying 500-million-euro villas on Côte Sud./ Bees have stopped making honey./ People are drilling in all the wrong places./ The U.S., Russia, Canada, Denmark, and Norway all claim the Arctic/ but none of them seem to care that the polar bears are drowning./ They are fingerprinting, photographing our licenses and teeth./ Big Brother is now in our phones, our pods, our PCs./ Not one of us feels even a little safer./ New Age mental health providers turn/ out to be former war torturers with beards./ And the pope in a dress showing off his/ ermine trim and cuffs/ is telling everyone that/ people kissing people they love is the greatest evil./ A woman running for U.S. vice president/ believes in creationism/ but not global warming./ Why is everyone so much more afraid of sex/ than SCUD missiles?/ And who decided God wasn’t into pleasure?/ And if the hetero nuclear family is so great/ how come everyone is fleeing it/ or paying their life savings just/ to sit in a room with a stranger and cry about it?/ The Iraq war cost nearly $3 trillion./ I can’t even count that high/ but I know/ that money could have/ would have/ ended poverty in general/ which would have canceled terrorism./ How come we have money to kill/ but no money to feed or heal?/ How come we have money to destroy/ but no money for art and schools?/ The fundamentalists now have / billion-dollar private armies./ The Taliban is back/ but never went away./ Women are burned, raped, bludgeoned, sold,/ starved, and buried alive/ and still don’t know they are the majority./ Water is clearly nearly running out/ but even in the desert where there’s serious drought/ the golf courses are green and lush/ and the swimming pools are full of water/ for the twelve rich people who might decide to come./ Special people adopt hand-picked babies in faraway lands./ Their flights there cost more/ than the babies’ parents made/ this year./ Why don’t they just give it to them?/ Slavery is back/ but never went away./ Just ask anyone who’s been whipped/ how deep the legacy./ Six million dead in the Congo/ and they never made the news,/ and don’t tell me it doesn’t have/ to do with color/ and minerals. / Poor folks are dying first/ From hurricanes/ Shame/ Tsunamis/ Radiation/ Pollution/ Floods/ And neglect./ Rich folks/ just put up fancier super-electrified gates/ on their private perfect cities./ Everyone’s having “benefits”/ and throwing fancy parties/ with lots of swag/ so the rich people feel good about giving/away the tiny little bit of the whole lot they have./ But no one really wants to change anything./ If you really want it/ you have to give something up/ like everything/ and then those that have, wouldn’t,/ and then who would they be?/ And that’s too complicated/ so they write checks/ and keep doing the same old things./ Selling change./ Making revolution profitable./ Corporations own everything anyway/ even our hippie jeans, memory cells, and rain./ Why do so many women leaders look like Margaret Thatcher/ and act even meaner?/ Why doesn’t anyone remember anything?/ And how come rich bad people/ get paid lots of money to give speeches/ and poor bad people are tortured/ and in prisons?/ Is there anyone in charge?/ Or is this whole thing spinning out until it explodes/ or dissolves?/ And if there is something we can do/ why aren’t we doing it?/ What happened to fury?/ What happened to accuracy/ or accountability?/ What happened to not showing off your wealth?/ What happened to kindness?/ What happened to teenagers rebelling/ instead of buying and selling?/ What happened to teenagers kissing/ instead of blogging and dissing?/ What happened to teenagers marching/ and refusing/ instead of exploiting and using?/ I want to touch you in real time/ not find you on YouTube,/ I want to walk next to you in the mountains/ not friend you on Facebook./ Give me one thing I can believe in/ that isn’t a brand name./ I’m lonely./ I’m scared./ Girls younger than me are giving blowjobs/ in homeroom/ and they don’t even know it’s sex./ They just want to be popular/ and get some respect./ Most girls my age are taking pills
or not getting out of bed/ or eating or starving/ or getting nose jobs or implants/ or getting cut
or twittering away/ or covering themselves/ or desperate for a way/ to be awake without faking/ to be alive without freaking/ to be serious/ to be true/ to even think of loving someone
when we’re already doomed./ You tell me how to be a girl in 2010/ I say let’s go for it/ if it’s all coming down./ I say let’s speak it/ let’s fight it/ let’s right it/ there’s nothing to hold on to/ if it’s already gone./ They left it to us./ It sucks but it’s true./ It’s you and me baby.





