Here's what I think, though this theory is hardly unique to me: KIDS aren't PICKY because they really care about particular FOODS; they're picky because it offers one of the few opportunities in their heavily guided and chaperoned lives to EXPRESS opinions and exercise CONTROL.
SANTA Barbara is a paradise; Disneyland is a paradise; the U.S. is a paradise. Paradise is just paradise. Mournful, monotonous, and SUPERFICIAL though it MAY be, it is paradise. There is no other.
SOMETIMES I'll GO to the grocery store and BUY a bunch of groceries as though I knew how to cook, which I don't, and as though I was going to be home for the NEXT six days, which I won't.
You know, people THINK I named myself MEAT Loaf, even though I didn't. And they think anyone who would NAME himself Meat Loaf couldn't have an IQ higher than four.