When a friend told me she had been circumcised as a child, I was quite shocked. She must have seen my eyes widen, and anticipating the inevitable questions, said,

"But it doesn't really make a difference one way or the other."

Which threw me. Because I hadn't had any. I was merely going to mutter a few platitudes and quickly move on from the horror of it…

Back in the day, I had some crazy friends. Great fun, but out there! They either had me in fits or shocked into silence; but sainthood wasn’t exactly my forte, sooo...

One rainy weekend, we eschewed London, cooked up a storm, drank copious amounts of alcohol, and had a very deep discussion (with how-tos!) about life and how to survive our teens and twenties. I guess we unconsciously looked into the future, and prepared ourselves for the abyss.