Vagina Museum: Deifying Body Parts
Vagina Museum: Deifying Body Parts
Folks, my soul just died reading about the world’s first Vagina Museum. It’s not because I think a vagina is somehow a taboo, or that being a woman and all that it entails should be hidden in a closet.
It’s because this Vagina Museum deifies a body part – a body part that belongs to half the world’s population and that somehow third-wave idiot feminists (but I repeat myself) think is a metaphor for greatness and substitute for actual achievement.
It’s also because the Vagina Museum is filled with weird vagina souvenirs and “objets d’art” that are downright gross. Sorry, much like I wouldn’t wear dick earrings, I will not wear vulva and clit earrings. Much like I don’t want to see a used condom on display at a museum, I certainly don’t want to see a giant replica of a bloody tampon.
I’m not embarrassed to be a woman. Shedding the uterine lining is par for the course for us women – it’s a physiological reality. Tampons are a reality. That doesn’t mean I need to genuflect in front of it like it’s some kind of crimson deity. It’s one thing to educate, but it’s quite another to uplift a part of the anatomy as something greater than what it is – part of the human body that is critical to reproduction.
“Just under 50% of the world’s population has one. Most of us came into the world through one. Yet vaginas and the rest of the gynaecological anatomy are still a taboo subject,” a poster in the exhibition reads.
The show also quotes a YouGov survey in March, which found that more than half of the British public surveyed could not describe the function or visibly identify the vagina (52%), the labia (47%) or the urethra (58%).
I will be fair here. It is correct to say that in most backward nations, the female reproductive system is taboo – nations that still practice female genital mutilation, slicing up women and girls in the name of modesty to keep them “chaste” and those societies that keep women enslaved and wrapped in a burqa or jilbab.
But guess what! These aren’t the audiences who will be exposed to this garbage Vagina Museum. London women and men aren’t restricted by religious diktats, and if they don’t understand anatomy and physiology, the problem is with the education system and will not be remedied by a cheesy museum that shoves bloody tampons in their faces.
And really, we have grown men and women screeching that your body parts do not determine your gender and bleating that men bleed too, sticking feminine hygiene products in men’s bathrooms for those who may identify as something other than what their genetics say they are, so I think the ignorance goes far beyond being somehow “ashamed” of your body parts.
Will the Vagina Museum address this issue?
I doubt that.
“We are an LGBTQ+ ally and an intersex ally … Intersex and trans individuals are not represented at all in this narrative. We are looking at how we can engage all people. I want cis heterosexual men to come here and feel it is a space for them to come and learn.
The great Camille Paglia said in 2017, “I am highly skeptical about the current transgender wave, which I think has been produced by far more complicated psychological and sociological factors than current gender discourse allows.” She also laments in her first book “Sexual Personae” and in subsequent writings that feminist studies shun science and instead use force – whether government or bureaucratic – to change society’s view of gender.
The gender ideology dominating academe denies that sex differences are rooted in biology and sees them instead as malleable fictions that can be revised at will. The assumption is that complaints and protests, enforced by sympathetic campus bureaucrats and government regulators, can and will fundamentally alter all men.
But I’m fairly sure the Vagina Museum will focus on none of these issues, choosing instead to stroke the tender, lavender-scented labia of today’s imbecilic, screeching “feminists” (pardon my pun) for the sake of “inclusion.”
Some feminists will caterwaul that there’s a Penis Museum in Iceland, so why shouldn’t there be a Vagina Museum in the UK?
Well, I will submit that the Penis Museum is just as pointless and weird as the Vagina Museum. If I want to learn whale biology, I will absolutely read about it or go to Sea World. I don’t need a whale dick in a jar to gawp at. Iceland’s dick museum is just a collection of peeners from all over the world. It may be interesting in its goofiness and freak factor, but I’m not so sure about it as a learning experience, and to be honest, it doesn’t take itself seriously (Icelandic elf dick? Really, Reykjavik?).
I also once visited the Museum of Erotica in Copenhagen when it was still open. That place was educational and somewhat fascinating, mostly because sex involves much more than body parts. Sex is psychological. Sex is physiological. Sex is sociological in how different societies approach it. Sex is not just one thing, but a collage of power, aggression, possession, and motherhood, to paraphrase Camille Paglia. Sex is complex.
But this Vagina Museum appears to be a goofy parody of feminism and education. It has the curator’s dirty underwear on display, ferpetessake! I’m hoping it’s not a scratch-and-sniff display, because apparently it’s OK to reek of vaginal discharge, since it’s natural and all.
This museum elevates the vagina to the status of idol, rather than recognizing that it is a body part – an important one for human reproduction, but ultimately no different than any other body part. But instead of exploring the complexities of being a woman, addressing tough choices women make vis-a-vis their bodies on a daily basis, and discussing reality when it comes to rape and reproduction, and being a woman, the Vagina Museum chooses to uplift a body part as something worthy of praise and worship in what appears to be a poor substitute for issues that affect modern women.
Men think your vagina is stinky!
Men think your hairy beaver is gross!
Men don’t like your vagina!
Let’s teach them to love it!
What kind of ridiculous parody of real education is this? Sorry, but no one cares about your dirty panties, and I’m fairly sure no one wants to sniff them.
The Vagina Museum strikes me as an attempt to substitute vagina worship for respect for women’s achievements over the years. The “lack of interest” the curator screams about is not because of the patriarchy, as she claims. It’s because most sane people realize that a body part is just that, and it’s women’s thoughts, abilities, and performance as productive members of society that matter.
And frankly, given everything women have achieved over the decades as business people, warriors, educators, entertainers, space explorers, and so much more, the Vagina Museum’s attempt to draw attention to such a simplistic idea seems perfunctory at best and an attempt to dumb down serious concepts in our society at worst.
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