A Big Can of Ranch Style Beans

Five or so years ago I checked out an audiobook named, "One Second After," by William Forstchen.  It is a post-apocalyptic fictional book about what happened when an EMP attack was launched by a foreign power over North America, suddenly plunging the country into chaos with (almost) no vehicles, no computers, no phones, electricity, and refrigeration.  The kids and I listened to this book as I was bringing them back and forth to school, and, like my grandmother "Bumby" would always say, it scared the "living daylights" out of us.  (Maybe one day I'll figure out what a 'living daylight' is?!)

Tonight I lit a fire in the fireplace and began reading the sequel to the book I mentioned above.  It is called "One Year After" and picks up where the first one left off.  But how does this all tie back to Ranch Style Beans, one might ask?  Well, after listening to that book, Russ bought a stash of canned goods and other staples and stockpiled them in his room.  Five or so years later, Russ has been opening some of the cans of food and eating them as they are approaching their expiration date.

One of those cans was a HUGE can (102 oz.) of Ranch Style Beans.  You remember those, right?  The black label with Western font that shows a guy with his tongue sticking out.  We ate those things all the time as a kid.  We hadn't bought any of those in years and years.  I made a startling discovery on Russ' can.  Can you pick it out?

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It now says, "Appetite Pleasin'" instead of Husband Pleasin'.  What in the wide world of sports is going on here?  This is what the label used to say:

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I guess we live in a different world now - one in which "husband pleasin' on the label would be offensive to some and portray women as merely servants whose sole purpose in life is to please their man, make him sandwiches and wait on him hand and foot.

I see nothing offensive in a can of Ranch Style Beans.  The only offensive part might come after the 102 ounce can of beans have been consumed, yielding effects as apocalyptic as an EMP strike, some might argue.  Wait a minute, did I just say that?  Time for bed.