February 10, 2020 - Three Women of Chuck's Donuts

Dear TNY,

“Three Women of Chuck’s Donuts” doesn’t deserve paper or server power.

She contemplates her hands, the skin discolored and rough, at once wrinkled and sinewy. They are the hands of her mother, who fried homemade cha quai in the markets of Battambang until she grew old and tired and the markets disappeared and her hands went from twisting dough to picking rice in order to serve the Communist ideals of a genocidal regime.

If I wanted to read the overwrought prose of a blatant agenda story, I’d read anything on the bestsellers list or that I could buy at an airport. 

This kind of writing?  It’s why we can’t have nice things, TNY.

You fucking twats.

Nick