Ann Wilson (of Heart) stepped onstage and ripped out a trademark "Oooooh, Barra...cunta!"
I looked at my daughter, who had brought me to the Vagina Monologues, raised an eyebrow (or two, I never did nail that Rock-like single eyebrow thing) and smiled. "Barracunta!" Ann again, "Now you all say it with me."
That pin-drop silence you always hear about? It happened.
Then, as one, we inhaled and we did. "Barracunta!" Tentatively.
1400 Women -- and a few brave men -- ranging from barely pubescent to elderly. "Barracunta!"
"Barracunta!" Then we did it again. "Barracunta!" And again. "Barracunta!" Louder each time. "Barracunta! Barracunta!" until we were all on our feet and the building shook. "Barracunta! Barracunta! Barracunta!"
I imagine that some of those brave men thought they were in some "Barracunta Madness" where having said it three times, the spirit of Barrracunta would now step out of the mirror into the room and come at them, wild-eyed, brandishing a kitchen cleaver...
As the echoes of "Barracunta...cunta..." died away, women who had been strangers moments before locked eyes and smiled and laughed. It was a real bonding moment.
I get all misty I am woman, hear me roar Barracunta! just thinking about it.