The NYC Board of Education’s Panel For Educational Policy finally voted the other night on its controversial bake sale policy. The rule was created to ban homemade goods like cookies and cupcakes and pot brownies from being offered at school bake sales, while allowing store-bought items like Pop-Tarts and Doritos to be sold with impunity. The Gay Uncle already covered this issue once in his MOMLOGIC column. But now that the policy was actually approved, he would like to add one thing. WHAT THE FUCK? This is one of the most nonsensical and wishy-washy means of dealing with the situation of nutritional education that he has ever seen. If you’re going to ban, ban. If you’re not, don’t. But there is no logic whatsoever to this rule (except if your goal is to favor mono-diglycerides and artificial cheese flavoring.)
Gunc would like to propose a revised policy, one based on his seminal and informed and intelligent and measured Babble article “In Praise of Junk”, in which he outlines not only the reasons why Junk is deserved by kids, but how to co-opt its power and teach your child real lessons about food, consumption, and healthy eating habits. It should be required reading for anyone making public policy–or anyone who has a kid. And guess what? You can read it for free right here.
The Gay Uncle has never been able to figure out exactly what about.com is. But someone over there seems to like him. Witness this piece “You’re in Good Hands with the Gay Uncle” that is–sort of–about him. 
A new University-based, Canadian study conclusively proves the evolutionary value of Gay Uncles! Gunc barely resists telling the world, “Told you so.” 
I spend a week drinking and parading my way through my adopted city, and discover that everything that sucks about Mardi Gras is just the flip side of something that’s great about Mardi Gras, sort of like life itself. 
Toyota’s a-cappella singing sensation returns to chant a protective spell over the 2011 Avalon (and I offer to write them a song.)
Just in time for Valentine’s day, The Gay Uncle brings you this gorgeous photo essay. It’s a piece Gunc did for Babble in which he interviewed 2-6 year-old kids about love. Shot on location in frigid wintry Tompkins Square Park, in Manhattan’s East Village, by the talented Lauren DeLuca. 
Find out when your boob-juice crosses the line from milkshake to Kahlua-and-Cream: The Gay Uncle’s Valentine’s Day ode to the Milkscreen Home Breast Milk Alcohol Test, in today’s Chicago Tribune. 
Just what you wanted to cap off your Friday: several minutes of me talking–in my inimitable and infectious way–to Detroit Public Radio about the meaning of LUXURY, while seated in the back seat of a $300,000 Bentley Mulsanne. All this while unemployment in the city hits record highs, and people sleep on the snowy streets right outside. Talk about sensitive! 
Last night, the Gay Uncle attended the New Orleans Saints’ victory parade. He was fortunate enough to snag a stellar viewing spot on a friend’s balcony. And when the team’s quarterback, the amazing Breesus (blessed be he) passed by, Gunc was there with a video camera to capture the insanity. You can read his deconstruction of the parade, and 
The Human Rights Campaign releases its list of which companies do right by The Gays, and which ones don’t. The Gay Uncle’s alter-ego (