Best Contemporary Monologues for Women 18-35

succumbing to your basic human desires. Then you wake
up a month later and discover you’re pregnant, but it’s okay
because it’s not like your family’s that religious, right? No,
wait, I misspoke—they’re very Roman Catholic. So, what
do you do? Well, first you tell your mother, who tells your
father, who turns around and decides to rip you a new
one. You little whore, he says, how could you have been so
unbelievably stupid, how could you have allowed yourself
to be taken in by this lying, self-serving, predatory fraction
of a man? So, now that you feel like the lowest of the low,
after you feel like you’ve betrayed your parents, your boyfriend,
and Jesus Christ himself. Now that all you want to
do is go into your room and slit your wrists with a razor, you
realize you can’t because there’s a tiny little organism that
has begun to grow inside of you. You are now responsible
for what happens to this tiny little organism. You have the
option of keeping it, of helping it grow to a full and healthy
lifespan. Or you can get rid of it because you’re sixteen, you
can’t support yourself let alone the needs of a newborn
baby, and you want to go to college so you can get a job
and move out from under the financial umbrella of your
parents so that one day you might be able to do just that,
to support the needs of a newborn baby. So, let’s say you
live in New York or Oregon, two states that do not require
parental consent or notification to abort a pregnancy. You
drive to the abortion clinic, but when you get there you see
a mob of people standing between you and the front door
holding signs and shouting things that make you want to
turn around and hide under your bed. But you can’t. You
have to be brave. The problem is, it’s hard to be brave when
you’re five feet three inches and ninety-five pounds. So,
very quietly and very slowly you get out of your car. You
walk towards the front door of the building, trying hard to
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