It is the fact of my existence that I came of age in the grand ol' decade that is the 90's. Thus, I like to think of that era as a time of immense progressive thinking mingled with a wide variety of choices in the culture at large.
That is, until I watched this episode of "Caroline In The City":
Now, I am definitely a major fan of this show and spent the majority of my teen years on Thursday night, obsessively watching, lusting over the fabulous "Malcolm Gets" (who unfortunately is not into girls) and dreaming with hopeful expectations that my life could someday be as idyllic as Caroline's.
So, if you haven't watched the link by now, I can briefly give you a synopsis of the show. Caroline, the comic-strip artist, gets offered to have her character on a cereal box. Upon accepting the contract and receiving the cereal, Caroline and her "sincere amor", Richard discover that the cereal itself is in the shape of, well none other than, a 'Vagina'.
What is shocking now is that no one on the show could say that very word! I would let it slide if Caroline was unable to say it, seeing as how she grew up in the Midwest and this could be a character choice, but none of the characters, mind you not even Annie, could bring themselves to let that word out of their lips. Weird, huh?
Okay, I'll give them that the whole way it was played out was comedic, for sure.
And, also this was probably normal back then, back then being the far far reaches in time of the mid-nineties, which isn't really that long ago, really!
Therefore, my conclusion is this: we've come along way in our openness as women and girls of all ages to proclaim loudly the value of our vaginas and the freedom to be who we are, what we want to and can be.
Maybe, if it weren't for shows like Caroline In the City, Eve Ensler and the like wouldn't have set out to be reclaim the word and set us free.
So, thank you, Caroline, well played, indeed.
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