Nadia. Age: 25.
I read Inga Muscio's book-length provocation "Cunt" my freshman year of college, on the advice of a male friend. A budding feminist, I was still in that heady, humorless phase of my awakening, when anyone who happened to use a word like "chick" in my presence could expect a lecture. So you can imagine the kind of tirade this guy was in for when I heard him drop the C-bomb -- in a book recommendation, no less.
Tara. Age: 24.
Reclaiming the C word ... again
And yet, it is not difficult to imagine that overly broad university harassment policies could force administrators and students alike to reconsider holding productions of the play on their campuses. As FIRE has noted multiple timesthe Supreme Court has established a clear standard for actionable student-on-student harassment on college campuses. In Davis v. With respect to the Davis standard for peer harassment, FIRE believes that it can be applied consistently with free speech mandates, striking an appropriate balance between freedom of expression and the need to prevent discriminatory harassment.
Lacey. Age: 27.
Tag: Reclaiming Cunt
The play explores consensual and nonconsensual sexual experiences, body image, genital mutilation, direct and indirect encounters with reproduction, vaginal care, menstrual periods, sex workand several other topics through the eyes of women with various ages, races, sexualities, and other differences. Charles Isherwood of The New York Times called the play "probably the most important piece of political theater of the last decade. When she left the play, it was recast with three celebrity monologists. The play has been staged internationally, and a television version featuring Ensler was produced by cable TV channel HBO.
Proceed with caution. This week, after the third BBC newsman in two months — this time the revered Jeremy Paxman — dropped the c-bomb on live television, it appears that the world's best-respected broadcasting operation is in the grip of a collective and extremely specific form of Tourette's syndrome, whereby presenters can't help but slip the worst word of all into casual conversation. One is reminded of those playground horror stories of cursed words, infectious words that, once read or overheard, niggle away in the forefront of your brain until, like poison, you're forced to spit them out, with deadly consequences.