This monologue shook me. It is both deeply personal and enormously universal. My pulse quickened as Gina Femia boldly, heart-breakingingly revealed the meaning of pussygrabbing. Her beautiful use of language is visceral, theatrical and lyrical.

I feel this monologue in my soul. With universality in her specificity, Gina Femia nails both the unmooring so many of us felt when a pussygrabber ascended to the highest office in the land, as well as the thoughts and feelings of a young woman trapped by her own personal pussygrabber. The toggling between the two is genius and the writing is fantastic.

The flitting back and forth between the political and the sexual makes you sit up and take notice as you think about what this girl (and America) are going through as they both of their experience of having themselves violated. I found myself angry that it got to the point of faking it for the central character to be released. This is a piece that will resonate with audiences and it will make them uncomfortable but that is sometimes what great theatre is about, forcing the audience to face a certain reality and a certain idea.