I keep the smallest size jars store brand HFCS-laden peanut butter and jelly for guests. I will not purchase perishable white bread for kid guests unless there will be a big group of them who can finish off the bread. It is whole grain or nothing. I usually have raw carrots and broccoli on hand and maybe some fresh fruit. I keep a bottle of store brand Ranch dressing for all ages of picky eaters. That is about as far as I am willing to go to accomodate them. My youngsters are trained to politely decline offers of food if they are not willing to take a chance on whatever might be served. I have had kids turn up their noses at what I have served but I never gave it a second thought. One of our guests was truly unaware that pizza could be made at home from scratch. What does annoy me are people who have hosts and servers painstakingly spell out ingredients in every item served. I have no basis for this quirk because there are physical conditions that warrant the questioning. My inner witch wants to admonish those people to pack their own chow. I suspect that a lot of this picky eating business is the result of living during a time of record agricultural yield.

A gigolo's gotta do what a gigolo's gotta do. He'll try to hook up with Bratz. Does Bratz have a pink convertible and townhouse? I can't deal with seeing the muscular handsome Ken reduced to cavorting around in a Tonka truck.

I find nothing politically incorrect about stating the painfully obvious truth that males are more likely to abuse females than the other way around. Men's physical strength is generally superior to that of women, so the abusers abuse in part because they can. Males' financial strength typically overwhelms that of women in many parts of the world. They can nonphysically abuse by wielding the threat of withdrawal of support. Political correctness for the sake of sensitivity is understandable and maybe desirable but we cannot afford to allow it to obliviate reason.