Some of y'all...I swear.
Labor, in general, is painful to babies. What with all the squeezing of the skull plates and cord cutting, and that lil vaccum hose down the nose and throat. Getting circ'd is just one more shytty thing in the series of painful events called being born that.will.be.completely.forgotten.about.
Of course this is BHM, melodrama kitty central, so I'm sure most of y'all vivid remember all the traumas of being born and blame them for your inability to maintain friendships with women and/or romantic relationships with men. In fact, I can just about imagine the fight that ended your last relationship:
You: Yeah, I went through yo phone. So what! I di'nt find nothin.
You: You mad? You wanna slap me?
You: You do! I know you do! *starts throwin shyt at him* Just like that doctor did when I was 10 seconds old!
Yo ex: *leaves never to return, updates his FB status to single before he leaves the parking lot*
You, alone again: Men ain't shyt!
Later, that same evening:
You: *checks his FB and sees a comment from one of y'alls mutual female friends asking what happened* Already?! Uhm-hmm, I knew dat heaux was waitin in the cut to humiliate me! Just like my mama did when she let them do that c-section. Yeah, I was breach, but she ain't have to let them pull me out by my ankles and hold me upside down like that. Bytches ain't shyt!
Yes, I am that bored.