We’ve been writing about the “Vagina Warriors” for over a week now and, in particular, about Mr. Ethan Jackson who dressed up like a vagina to shout down MP Stephen Woodworth.
Rex Murphy weighed in yesterday, and his article is hilarious:
And was not his — sculpture? puppet? tent? — a feeble thing? Those who’ve scorched their retinas with actually viewing it, either in person or in the news, unanimously agree it was, both architecturally and structurally, unpersuasive. One lady I spoke too confessed she first believed it was a large peanut, and kept checking to see where the “top hat” was.
Those of us who belong to the realist school of vagina impersonation, who believe private parts should be at all costs mute (and we are legion), were seriously nonplussed. A voluble vagina — and this one was chatty to the point of incontinence — was seen as a fanciful add-on, an app if you will, that seriously distorted the fidelity that should exist between art and its object. Not to mention that the implicit ventriloquism on display was feverish and amateur. Stay away from Yuk Yuks young man, unless they’re looking for a janitor.