Apparently Dec 04, 2008 9:05AM PST

being able to watch Saw and Hostel and other ludicrously bloody crap of films doesn't save you from fainting during a lecture about female genital mutilation. Maybe it's because I have the defense mechanism in my mind that those movies are 1) not real and 2) absolutely retarded. Actually, as a matter of fact the images of blood, a blunt razor and goat's fat (to suck up the blood) around a screaming female body didn't even phase me. But then the terminology of the lecture got quite specific, including a comparison to male circumcision (which I will concede to all women has nothing on this shit), and ...... yeah. Descriptive language can sometimes be more powerful than cinematography. So, that's my interesting story for the day.