Hey, call me crazy, but when I think "party" I think nice wine, good company, maybe a BBQ, good music.
I am really, really, really, really, really not thinking about some toothless lady splicing my clitoris off with a razor blade.
I know-weird, right?
"The cutting of girls at female genital mutilation "parties" is still
going on in Britain and not just taking place abroad, healthcare experts
have told MPs."
"The Commons home affairs select committee has
heard that "cutters" – often older women – are flown into Britain for
the events, at which as many as a dozen girls may be operated on."
Can we stop calling them "cutters" now? Why are these genital predators let into Britain at all?
And what would we do without experts! In government!
"The health experts were asked for their response to a television and
poster campaign to raise awareness of FGM, and to a requirement that any
girls who faced a risk of mutilation should have it recorded in their
paediatric "red book", which is issued to every child in Britain."
A bloody red book is really going to help. Yup!
And can we stop calling these vicious, child abusing criminals "cutters". It makes them sound like quaint quilting club members.
They are sexual mutilators with religious sanction.
STOP CALLING THEM "CUTTERS".
