Saturday, May 7, 2011

A painful rite of passage


I'm sure this will draw forth plenty of cutting remarks from the politically correct crowd . . .

Preteen Filippino boys queued in their hundreds for a daylong 'circumcision party', which officials hope will earn their city a place in the record books.

Some boys cried in their mothers' arms while others bit their shirts to stifle sobs as doctors carried out the surgery on dozens of makeshift operating tables in a stadium in Marikina city, east of Manila.

Outside, other boys lined up to await their turn.

In the Philippines, circumcision is a rite of passage most males undergo as preteens.

Young Filippino boys are traditionally circumcised during their school summer break from March to May.

'I'm a big boy now,' bragged one boy who had just finished the surgery.

Officials said the event - touted in local press as a 'circumcision party' - aimed to promote safe circumcision.

They offered poor residents free surgery that would otherwise cost at least $40 (£25) in private hospitals.


There's more at the link, including photographs of proceedings.

The city fathers of Marikina have applied to the Guinness Book of Records to recognize this as a world record for the number of people attending a mass circumcision. I'm not sure whether the good people at Guinness should recognize it, though. I mean . . . can you imagine what might ensue as cities in various parts of the Third World try to outdo one another in terms of the number of circumcisions they can perform in a single day? There'd be foreskins flying everywhere! Oh, the humanity!





Peter

3 comments:

Dave O. said...

Wow. I wouldn't want my mom within 100 miles of me when that's going on.

Nebris said...

I got a 'cutting remark': when I talk to 'pro-circumcision' types, I ask "Would you let me nail your [dick or tit depending upon gender] to a pine board?"

Outside of the BDSM community, they all freak out and say "No way!" Then I tell them to STFU about circumcision. ;)

FrankC said...

Probably 99% unnecessary. It's all down to that Cornflakes guy. No foreskin, no fiddling.