I did read that afterwards. It's definitely more common in the rural areas than in the areas where my parents, both Copts, grew up (Cairo and Alexandria), but the Coptic church has consistently spoken out against the practice. Muslim clerics tend to be more divided on the issue.

American of Egyptian descent here. FGM is incredibly widespread in Egypt, with some 91% of women, almost all Muslim, having undergone the practice. It's more of a religious practice than a cultural one, as the remaining nearly 10% who aren't subjected to it are almost all Coptic Christian women.

So I was thinking, we should have a Jezebel matchmaking service through commenters for those who are looking for relationships. Gonna sound like an asshole here, but I'm so sick of guys who aren't feminists, or who are intimidated by my intelligence. I just want someone to watch Game of Thrones with and bitch about…

Awesome! And...installed!

Remember Lunchables? They were the kiddie equivalent of high-grade cocaine where I grew up. Seriously, you took one of those bad boys to school, and for that day you were hot shit. Now, I walk by them in the supermarket, and all I can think is EWWW.

You guys have all got it all wrong. Michele likes her husband to call her America during their special couples time, and her stepsister was REALLY mean to her when they were growing up. She's the victim here!

Oh, don't worry. I'm normally pretty easygoing and non-confrontational (except with my parents, but aren't we all?), so when I sent her those texts, it had the same effect as someone else tossing a bag of flaming shit on her doorstep. She immediately backed down, and was all appreciative on the phone.

No, sometimes she just needs reminding that I'm an autonomous person, not an object designed to fulfill her every need and bail her ass out.

I seriously had steam coming out of my ears when I read that. You don't ask me a favor after taking away hours and then fucking mean girl me about it when I can't do EXACTLY what you want on no notice. I was ready to school that girl.

This is a series of texts exchanged with my manager on Thursday morning, when they only had me on the schedule for three days but needed me to come in last minute when someone flaked (Her texts are weirdly punctuated/misspelled):

The victim did not appear in court with her clothes torn, ashes on her head, crying over her lost virtue and her unmarriageable status as damaged goods, therefore she can't be a real victim./sarcasm

Some also goes to my workplace, even though THEY DO NOT DESERVE DELICIOUSNESS BECAUSE THEY ARE AWFUL.

"Why are you using so much butter?" "Well, I guess I'll try a piece..."

I have parents that will devour the stuff I make within a few days while yelling at me for making it.

If that was intended to be some clever mockery of the fight against victim-blaming in cases of rape, you failed pretty spectacularly.

I didn't attempt the ganache that time. There was enough butter and chocolate in the cake without adding more chocolate (and heavy cream!) on top.

Poor puppy, but at least the owner knew what to do to save him.

Oh, I am COVETING that kitchen-aid mixer. But if I get one, baking will be easier, which means it'll be done more, which equals Henri gaining weight, because I fail to see the point of baking stuff that's healthy.

We can absolutely agree there :-)

There's still a piece in my freezer...