I was just thinking about this today as I was serving food at my job. When I was a child, my mother typically cooked every night. Whatever she cooked or, on occasion, whatever she brought home, is what we ate, with rare few exceptions (the 'pickled beets' experiment ended in vomit followed by hot dogs). If my mom cooked spaghetti, we had spaghetti. If Mom cooked a chicken, we called dibs on whatever parts there were and ate that chicken. Whatever Mama put on the table is what we ate, because it was either eat that or go hungry. Now, what brings this up. Well, at the deli where I work (in a Publix, for those of you from the southeast), we sell pieces of fried chicken two ways. The first is boxes. We have boxes ranging from 8-20 piece available in either mixed or dark. The second is piece by piece. This can be quite expensive if you get more than about 2 pieces. In fact, 3 breasts cost almost as much as an 8 piece mixed box. Therefore, whenever somebody asks to buy more than just a couple of pieces, I point out the boxes. However, I see more and more people seriously overpaying for their chicken because their kids are only willing to eat select pieces of the chicken. Apparantly, these moms aren't tough enough to tell their kids that thighs taste good, too. Alone, this doesn't amount to much, but I see it as indicative of a larger, scary trend, and that is parents unwilling to stand up to their children. I see little brats running around the aisles, grabbing stuff at random, screaming their heads off, and, much like Democrats to terrorists, the parents just try to appease them, hoping that stuffing a piece of candy down their throats will shut them up. Parents are turning into wusses, and it really helps explain things like Emo, one of the dumbest, wimpiest, most self-righteous trends among teenagers I've ever seen. So, thought? Commentary? Am I way off, or do you see the increasing wussiness in parents, as well?