Snack Attack
Jacob Sullum | October 9, 2006, 11:58am
In an agreement brokered by the Alliance for a Healthier Generation (the American Heart Association plus the William J. Clinton Foundation), five food manufacturers have promised to follow new nutritional guidelines for snacks sold in schools. As with the soft drink restrictions it arranged earlier this year, the alliance presents the nutritional guidelines as a way of "combating childhood obesity." But it seems unlikely the changes will make kids noticeably thinner.
The only rule that's directly related to that goal is a per-serving limit of 100 calories for foods other than fruits, vegetables, dairy products, entrees, and items with specified levels of fiber, protein, vitamins, or minerals. The general thrust is to increase the nutrient-to-calorie ratio and to reduce levels of fat, sugar, and salt. But these changes by themselves won't reduce total calorie consumption. The per-serving calorie limit might, but only if kids don't compensate by buying more servings, eating more of the foods not covered by the limit, bringing more food to school, or eating more elsewhere.
I have no problem in principle with agreements like this one, except to the extent that they're prompted by fears of litigation—litigation that would be groundless, in my view, since schools, not food companies, decide what students can buy at school. I'm just skeptical that fiddling with the mix of snacks and drinks sold in schools will have the advertised effect. Although making the food available in schools a little healthier can't hurt, I don't think it's reasonable to expect schools to police kids' calorie consumption.
Pro Libertate | October 9, 2006, 2:45pm | #
Okay, there's a
wiki entry on the game. Apparently, the name isn't as politically incorrect as I thought it was (see the last paragraph below):
Smear the queer
Smear the queer is a rougher tag variant more common among older children and teenagers. In this game, "it" is instead called "the queer". The queer does not try to tag the other players; instead, he tries to avoid being tagged, or, more often, tackled (knocked down to the ground) or attacked with a toy weapon.
Smear the queer is often played with an object such as a ball which is held by the "queer". Once the "queer" is tagged or tackled, he throws the object into the air. The other players then try to grab the object, thus becoming the new "queer". Unlike other forms of tag, those who stay "it" the longest are considered the best players.
In the US, smear the queer is most often played using an American football. Children sometimes choose to play smear the queer after attempts to organize an informal game of tackle football fail (due to lacking enough players or simply as a fun alternative). Except in alternative versions, there is no way to win Smear the Queer. The game smear the queer is thought to have been around at least as long as children have played informal games of American football.
Queer is used in the Victorian sense of "strange person" rather than the modern definition of "homosexual", though contemporary players may interpret it in the latter sense. As a result, various renamings have proliferated. examples include: "Kill the Carrier", "Murder Call", "Kill the man with the ball", "Kill the man with the pill", "Pick 'em Up Bust em", "Keep off", "Cream the Carrier", "Rumble Fumble," or "Kick the dog with one shoe".
kevrob | October 10, 2006, 6:17am | #
We played "Kill the Ballcarrier" at my elementary school, too. It could get pretty brutal. There were two versions: full tackle, when our class had access to the grass field, and 2-hand touch, when we had to play on the paved lot.
We also had a great tag game called "Run Across." One guy was "it", and everybody else ran from one end of the field to the other. At both ends of the field were end-zone-like bases, which were safe from "it." Anybody caught - again, tackled on grass*, or tagged on pavement - had to join the original "it" in catching more guys. Eventually there was one Last Kid Standing, who was the Ultimate Champeen. My description seems to match the British game "Bulldog" listed on that Wiki entry.
When I was 11 my arm was broken on the schoolyard. 7 of my friends and I were playing a 4-team game of
Chicken Fights. We were playing on grass, not in the water, and staying upright with another kid on your shoulders was no mean trick. I was carrying one of my best pals into the fray, and everyone was having a good time for a few rounds. Then, out of nowhere, an uninvited team consisting of one of the heaviest fellows in our year mounted piggy-back on one of the tallest came running across the field and crashed into the lot of us. I wound up at the bottom of the pile with a fractured bone in my wrist. I lost a year of Little League healing up from that. I knew I'd broken a bone immediately, as 2 years earlier I broke the other one learning how to ice skate on the lake behind my house.
It was the local Catholic school. We had no playground equipment to speak of and still figured out ways to maim each other, and did it while wearing dress slacks, black oxfords and white dress shirts, uphill both ways. :)
All of this ferocious schoolboy activity didn't keep me from porking out once I
a.) Started eating college cafeteria food on a regular basis.
b.) Started spending my weekend nights pouring beer down my gullet, followed by a post-bar-time meal of pizza or chili.
c.) Wound up in a sedentary work environment after completing my education.
Once that regimen was established, my survived-the-Famine Irish genes did the rest.
Kevin
* The Nuns eventually banned tackle games of all sorts on even the grass field, the sissies!