I’ve always loved L’Origine du Monde by Courbet. The first time I saw it at The Musee D’Orsay, it stopped me in my tracks. It seemed revolutionary, even 130 years after it was painted, even after having seen Annie Sprinkle proudly display her cervix on a stage. There’s something arresting about the defiant beauty of it.
I wasn’t going to weigh in on this issue, but I keep driving by a Remember Me billboard three seconds from my house and every time I do, I get pissed off.
I know I’m late to the angry vagina party and that it’s old news by now that Rob Pattinson told Details Magazine, “I really hate vaginas. I’m allergic to vaginas.” But it just makes me furious every time I pass by his giant, lovey-dovey, romancey billboard face and think that twelve bazillion twilit tweens who are already struggling with their feelings about their bodies have to hear that the mere proximity of their genitals would cause their heartthrob to require an emergency shot of epinephrine.
Whoever you are, you came out of a vagina. I don’t care if you’re inclined to be sexually interested in vaginas or not, you should love vaginas regardless. So fight the powers that be and join me in loving a vagina today.