Yes, you’re probably right. Miller, Guin, et al, peace eh? This is fucking pointless.*
*I was going to say fruitless, but i’m providing fruit, so deal with it. 
Happens everytime I whip out my dick. 
But seriously, such disappointments are a fact of life and it’s only natural to feel slighted when this happens. It is however, a trivial slight that an adult should be able to take in stride. And besides, a host should not assume that each of their guests will like everything on the menu.
My dislikes (of some of the foods mentioned):
onions (don’t mind the taste, but I don’t care for big chunks of them - a texture thing unless they’re finely chopped)
seafood (what I’ve tried rates a “meh,” but admittedly I haven’t tried that much of it)
milk (yuck, tastes like what I imagine chalk to taste like; can deal with it in a milkshake though)
Dog–I hafta agree, but I do feel I really know some of these Dopers, now! Pax to you.
Wanna try some of my sammich?
Heh.
What. The. Fuck. You’re basically saying that picky eaters are “babied” and “pussified,” and “self-absorbed,” and saying that you don’t even want them as friends? Seriously … you’re about as closed minded as the pickies supposedly are if you use diet as a the primary means to determine who qualified to enter your pwecious widdle Subzero-refrigerated circle of elitist friends.
Guess since you pick and choose your friends based on diet, observant Jews and Muslims are included in the mix of those that are “babied.” What’s the difference whether someone has a psychological aversion to certain foods, versus a preference that is religious? Is it any of your fucking business?
Seriously, fuck you. Fuck you hard, up your elitist fucking foodie ass, with an organic free-range elephant penis glazed in yak bile and dressed with a delightful medley of fresh free trade bamboo shoots, baked to perfection in a Viking oven. Then go move to Tuscany or Provence or some other foodie paradise, where you and the rest of your fellow foodies can live out your live chugging balsalmic vinegar and sampling Gullah clay or sauteed scent glands from locally raised skunks, without us childlike, immature, passive-aggressive, attention-whoring, mentally defective picky eaters around to defile your space.
That depends on who’s going to cater the disarmament talks.
… and by that, I don’t mean all foodies, just the more sanctimonious, hypocritical ones like Shagnasty.
The only thing worse than picky eaters are assholes who try to force other people to eat shit they don’t want to eat.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to inform my family that I don’t like the taste of squash. Wait a minute, yes I can. Let’s see … I’m 39 years old, so that’s 38 Thanksgivings so far, but I couldn’t really talk for the first two, so …
… 36. 36 times I have had to inform my well-meaning, and yet lead-ladling-heaping-the stinking-shit-on-my-plate relatives that I DON’T FUCKING LIKE SQUASH!!
“Oh, try it,” they say, “It’s really good.”
“Does it taste the same way it has tasted for the last 38 years?”
“Yes.”
“THEN I DON’T LIKE IT!!!”
Of course, this attitude doesn’t preclude me from making fun of the chick in my office who will only cheese pizza, and then only if there are no “dark burnt spots” on it, but … there you go.
Ketchup, naturally.
Does said fruit include seedless green grapes? Because I am so there!
Jews and Muslims are perfectly fine. What is the turn-off for me is the other personality defects that tend to go along with a person that has an irrational or just oversensensitive bias against certain things. Having a certain diet for religious religous reasons certainly doesn’t include those defects but it is not an indicator either. I like to do things like fly planes, go skydiving, and backwoods camping. The types of people that share those types of interests are not likely to be the ones that are scared of mustard or sardines.
BTW, my food experiences are hardly limited to the sub-zero yuppified crowd. I have eaten with poor Southern Blacks, rednecks, as well as some of the most famous chefs in the world. I am not a “foodie” either. I simply try new things with an open mind and have found that most, but not all, were worth sampling.
Interestingly enough, my wife brought home a fancy sample of pesto sauce from Genoa to review for work tonight. I made pasta and put it on. I knew something was wrong when I took a bite. My wife took a bite. We threw the whole batch in the garbage and made another dinner. It tasted like some screwed up mint candy that I had once. People that like a variety of foods are not indiscriminatley consumers, quite to the contrary.
Sitting here with my box of takeout Chinese and catching up on the thread, I’m suddenly struck by the irony of my habit of picking the raw onions out of my food.
Really, this thread is just getting laughably silly. There’s still some wankers talking about those of us comfortable with our eating habits are babied and pussified. I can’t even get angry at that. Toss invective all you like, I simply feel there is no hole in my life by going without trying lobster. On the other hand, I’m more than eager to try new things; those new things just happen to fit my overall rule of ‘no fewer than two or more than four legs’. Remember that scene in Stargate with the alien creature with its back split open? Yeah, I’d dig right into that. Looks pretty tasty.
I’m comfortable with what I eat daily, I’m willing to try a lot of new things, but there’s some things I have no desire to eat. Perhaps that’s merely a byproduct of living in a rich Western culture. So? Fact remains I have a choice of what to eat, and I choose not to eat some things. If that incenses you, if it moves you to call me a pussy…go ahead. I’ll be over here eating my steak so rare it’s mooing.
I got worked up before because people were ignoring things I had stipulated (the medical condition exceptions, the host not actively making a big stink about it). I want to apologize if I was a dick to anyone (if Dio’s gonna apologize, I better damn well do it too!). I still think it’s rude to flat out refuse food someone has worked on for your enjoyment. I consider it akin to refusing a gift on a holiday or birthday. However, it’s not close to the level of picking your nose at the table, staring at your hostess’ tits, or taking a dump in your neighbor’s soup. I’m sure there are some things I do that people would consider rude, even if I don’t. I’m a smoker, for crying out loud.
A hypothetical: suppose you were invited to a dinner party, in which the host was quite fond of 15th-century European cuisine, and were served goose prepared the following way:
If the host offers you a quivering, bloody slice of goose flesh, freshly cut before your eyes from a writhing, screaming animal on the table, and asks you “Oh, please do try it! I’ve worked so hard on this recipe, and I think the sauce is absolutely perfect with this meat”, would you eat it?
:eek:
…I know what I want to do for my next birthday dinner.
Fuck yeah.
Then I submit you have problems beyond those of etiquette…
Addendum:
Are there any circumstances in which you would not consider it rude for a guest to refuse food offered by the host, for non-medical or religious reasons?
What if you were offered tiger penis soup? Roasted gorilla hands? Placenta?
Fuck, I’d be outa there before the feathers were plucked.
You know when it’s rude to refuse food that’s offered you? Never! It’s your stomach, eat what you want. Don’t eat what you don’t want.
I suppose if you’re ulterior motive is to impress someone or something like that, then you can decided to make those concessions for yourself, but damn, man … what’s with the offence at not eating what one does not like?
I don’t get it.
If you offer me a slab of squash and I say, “no thanks, I don’t like squash,” and you’re offended … then you’re the one with the problem, not me.
Yeah, but I don’t have to ingest a gift. If I get something I don’t really like, I can smile, thank them, and put it aside, no tastebud torture involved.
Besides (and this is my callous side), if someone decides to make me a shrimp dinner without telling me in any way, I feel in no way obligated to accept it. Yes, it’s a lot of work, but I never asked for it, never made any hint I’d like a shrimp dinner. I fully appreciate the effort and the sentiment, but why so much trouble when you don’t even know me enough to know if I’d like what you make?
You forgot some of us. If I don’t like something, I’m pretty damn sure about it. If a host badgers me to eat something that I don’t like, I will likely get the question ‘how was it’?
Do you really want to know the opinion of someone that does not like seafood to coment on your gumbo?
If I don’t eat it I’m a dick. If I don’t like it, I’m a child.
I saw your apology DTC. It may be real, but I wonder if you have learned anything.