One Billion Rising

One Billion Rising

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Who will you be dancing with?

When we started V-Day 14 years ago, we had the outrageous idea that we could end violence against women. Since then, hundreds of thousands of V-Day activists in audiences and on stages in over 140 countries have come together to demand an end to violence against women and girls. The funds we’ve raised together have kept organizations’ doors open, and the issue front and center in local media.

But still today, the United Nations states that 1 in 3 women on the planet will be beaten or raped during her lifetime that’s more than one billion women and girls alive today.

V-Day wants the world to see our collective strength, showing them exactly what one billion looks like.

ONE BILLION RISING is a promise that on February 14th, 2013, we will ensure that millions of women and men rise up around the world to say, “ENOUGH. The violence ends NOW.”

I look forward to dancing, striking and rising to end violence against women and girls together with you.

In solidarity,

Eve Ensler
Playwright, Founder of V-Day
One Billion Rising

Not to Be

A Poem by Michael Estabrook

All you needed Bobby
(I believe you’d agree, I know you’d agree)
to keep you content, challenged, engaged, excited,
and interested in life, to keep you alive
was a woman. That’s it, all you needed,
a woman like Patti or Linda
(who you had huge crushes on
all the way back in high school).

I know you wanted a woman, had a long-distance
relationship for years with Beth Ann
all the way across the country. But, alas,
it never worked out, never developed
into something lasting and close,
closer than 3,000 miles that is.

You were so excited after your latest le liaisons dangerous:
“It was wonderful. Especially the Watley Inn.
You have to try it. We had a room and dinner,
the “Staycation.” The food was awesome.
The room was fine too.”

So you dated now and then, here and there,
but let’s face it,
you were not comfortable with women, or even girls
back in the day. Girls are tricky,
many you encountered not intellectual enough
for your tastes, more bundles of emotional turmoil
and uncertainty, leaving you rudderless
in navigating through the shark-infested dating waters.

Because of Global Warming

A Poem by Michael Estabrook

Fiddle-de-de as Scarlet would say.
I’ve learned over my long, long lifetime
there are a handful of things best not to ignore:
Mother Nature, the IRS, my boss,
an angry cat (or dog, or gorilla for that matter),
a throbbing tooth, a seemingly benign rash,
a tornado swirling way off in the distance,
ringing fire alarms, an ominous fin
sticking up out of the water
(and moving towards you)
and—most importantly—your Wife
(with a capital “W” like Chaucer would write).

Snoring and Other Things About Laughter

Laugh and the world laughs with you.
Snore and you sleep alone.
–Anthony Burgess

The difference between an optimist and a pessimist? The optimist laughs to forget, the pessimist forgets to laugh.
–Tom Bodett

You don’t stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.
–Michael Prichard

There are three things that are real: God, human folly, and laughter. The first two are beyond our comprehension. So we must do what we can with the third.
–John F. Kennedy

Solitude

A Poem by Susan Dale

Wrapped in a cocoon of years

Four bare walls and four dark corners
Winter nights long with ceiling lights
Casting shadows

In another room muffled voices
And the sundown houses
I pass
Lights in the windows

Long stretches of highway
a solitary car
behind me
Until it isn’t

Moon puddles in meadows
Decades
quick as bars of melody

Lonely seabird winging over waters
flowing outside of time
In the river a boat-horn cries
In the skies the silent ways of stars

And the sun bleats summer afternoons
stretching out long behind us

Sweeps in a solitude
settling in to stay