I gather your response was because either you weren't interested in meeting a man at that time, or you didn't want to study further

Don't find yourself in need of rice in rural, impoverished Cambodia then. You are in for a nasty surprise.

In 1990, NINETEEN-NINETY, my mother, a woman with a University degree, advised me to go back to school so I could 'meet someone who's going to be a doctor or a lawyer."

There's also the not very subtle undercurrent of the White Savior come to release the indigent peoples from their primitive beliefs. The same groups would come to town and treat the staff at guest houses and restaurants and the tuk-tuk drivers like they were servants. Their 'grace' only extended so far.

Exactly. You want to feed hungry people? Be my guest. You want to hold hungry people hostage, tell them Buddhism is 'wrong', that they're doomed, terrify them, thus blackmailing them through hunger and dogma to accept your Lord and Saviour? Oh. We will have words.

I believe you and I have discussed aspects of this before, have we not? Fucking white people in Cambodia are the worst. There was this one group that would bring food to some of the poorest rural villages. Good, yeah? Wrong! They would only give them the rice after they had 'ministered' to them and made them sit…

I put my nekkid kid in a roasting pan with potatoes and carrots and placed him in the oven. That picture is on a slide. A slide, I tells ya! Kids these days and their 'Photoshop.' Got it sooooooo easy.

Dollar Store. In between the Power Puff Girls glitter pens and Ben Ten notebooks.

I'm fair certain the majority of people in the U.S. and Canada are woefully uninformed when it comes to the processes regarding transplants, which is a shame; it's so important.

I have a friend who plays hockey (well, shit, I'm Canadian; I have several) and he said his team tried the 'Flying V' once, to see if it would work.

No, I agree with you, but if I'm completely honest, the girlfriend has more of my sympathy than Francis.

The team with the dumbest name and logo in the NHL thanks you.

I love how she was looking up and yapping at the officers and kind of herding them over, like, "Come on! Can't you see the problem?"

The hardest thing I had to do as a brand-new parent (and I mean brand-new, leaving the hospital new) was signing the consent to have my son be an organ donor. Just the thought that the days-old baby in my arms could end up dead in whatever situation sent me into panic. It was horrible.

No, Amanda. Just no.

Yay!

"Have you thought about the work I put into this meal? You're rejecting and wasting everything I slaved over, in this unbearable heat, only for you. Fine, fine, have rice. My beautiful gnocchi will rot. One day, oh one day, my son; you'll know why Mama cries"

Not gonna lie: I thought I'd been kicked out. Over-usage of GIFS My most notable crime.

Sam relates