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Happy V Day! And Don't Say The C-Word . . .

Ah, Jane Fonda. Even when she doesn’t mean to, she causes controversy. Gotta love her.

On this morning’s Today Show, Fonda appeared with Eve Ensler to celebrate the tenth anniversary of V Day, a global movement to end violence against women and girls by raising funds and awareness through benefit productions of Ensler’s “The Vagina Monologues.” Well, Fonda, in describing her initial reluctance in being involved with “The Vagina Monologues,” recounted that she had been asked to perform a monologue entitled “C-word,” and she declined, saying, “I’ve got enough problems.”

Now, since I live on the Left Coast, the “C-word” reference had been bleeped. Only when doing a Google search on V Day did I come across the controversy. It appears that both Fonda and Meredith Vieira, who had been interviewing Ensler and Fonda, later apologized for the slip.

In the words of Bill Cosby, come on, people. Fonda didn’t drop the C-word with the intention to offend; she was trying to describe. Now folks commenting on blogs are dropping the C-word to describe her. Seems Fonda can’t buy a break, much less catch one.

And the important issue isn’t the C-word, it is violence against women and girls. In the midst of all our flowers and chocolate, let’s not forget that, more likely than not, some woman or girl you know is in a violent relationship. For just one day, let’s pull our heads out of the clouds (or, for some, out of our asses), and acknowledge this and do something about it. For more information, check out

Happy V Day, and don’t be such a cunt about it.


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