If we must talk about it, I suppose we have to call it something, and vagina is technically accurate. Furthermore it is more, errr, value-neutral than the four-and-five-letter synonyms of the locker room. So vagina it is as we chart the American future.
Get used to its ubiquity. It has already begun to take root as a base for grammatical compounding. Such as "vagina-gogue," an offering in the National Review (of all places) by Michelle Malkin. She's furious at Code Pink for fielding members dressed up like vaginae. While I can't work myself up to a Malkin level of shrieking neocon rage, I too find it distasteful.
On aesthetic grounds, the costumed Pinkers resemble the female part only in the sense that a Salvador Dali clock resembles a clock. Certainly Dali had a First-Amendment right to draw slack, droopy, off-colored timepieces.
The ladies -- and a man or two, I gather from the news photos -- are similarly protected. Just as Stanley Kubrick was in gluing misshapen codpieces to his young thugs in "A Clockwork Orange." If we want freedom of speech we learn to accept occasional ugliness along with, as in this case, the stupidity of vagina-as-political-tool.
The Pinkers and those who, like Malkin, take them seriously represent our failure persuade the masses and their political masters to raise their eyes about three feet -- from the national pelvis to the national brain.
I don't know if abortion is murder in the civil sense. I don't know if it is right or wrong to turn females into a financially protected or privileged class on the basis of their special health-care needs. (Or males for theirs.) I do know that braying politicians are burdened with identical ignorance although they have struck electoral gold in pretending otherwise. Take a poll on "social issues." Count the votes. Plurality equals morality. Morality requires a law.
Mr. Obama, Mr. Romney, and all of your acolytes: The world you aspire to rule is roiled by potential tragedy which might -- just might -- be tamped down by intelligent political effort. The problems are neither vaginal nor penile. They are economic, military, and organizational.
It is undoubtedly a futile dream that between now and November 6 you would elevate your focus, up from the Y to the center of reasoning.
The fact that you won't makes some of us crotchety.