The one I feel for is poor little Cody. He seems like such a sweet, gentle soul, and I shudder to think what puberty and a few more years under Dina's roof will do to him. Run, Cody, run!! (Actually, I'm surprised he hasn't been whored out to Nickelodeon or Disney by now.)

And does Dina really sit there and read the tabloids every day? Unbelievable. I wonder if it's ever occurred to her that if she just raised her brat right in the first place she wouldn't have to be doing daily damage control now. Band-aids don't work on cancer anyway.