I guess Shag also looks down on designated drivers. Who the fuck goes to a bar and drinks water?
True. On the other hand, nothing says “I’m a badass mother fucker with an ax larger than the state of Utah,” than being a Viking. And Vikings don’t eat fish. Therefore, people who don’t eat fish kick ass.
The point of the story was not that being a picky eater is good - if I was marooned in the Andies, I’d chase the rest of you mofos with a fork and eat you while you were still wiggling. I just wanted to disprove the notion that people who are starving necessarily become willing to eat foods they don’t like.
Let’s alter the Shagasshat story a little bit. I’ll highlight the changes.
So, someone who doesn’t drink alcohol when offered is a “simpleton”, as you’ve clearly said. How about tobacco? What about some sticky British Columbia ydroponic chronic? Some blow? If a date offered me a line of Peruvian marching powder, and I said “no,” does that make me a simpleton? In your eyes, probably so.
Even if you think pickies are not justified in their food preferences, certainly you have to respect the right of someone who doesn’t want alcohol? I’m a beer snob and occasional zymurgist, and even I understand and respect those that don’t drink alcohol. Refraining from alcohol, even when those around you are drinking and there is a lot of peer pressure to do so, reflects maturity and self-control in my book, and certainly that of most people.
Looks like we’ve got a LOT more ignorace fighting to do here.
Picky Drinkers™, that’s who. Effing bastards.
No cite, but I read about those Vikings in The New Yorker–the reason they did not eat fish was that the natives ate fish and they thought the natives were less than human. Ergo, they did not partake of such “heathen” fare. And look where it got them!
Exactly. Their problem.
Let’s say I found myself in one of those hypothetical North Korean prison scenarios a while back, and the only food available was hard-boiled eggs. Well, I’d sooner starve to death, too. I’d eat dirt or tree bark before I’d eat a hardbloiled egg.
A gun pointed to my head, forced to choose between a kick in the 'nads and eating a hard-boiled egg? Kick away.
For more information on the Norsemen’s picky eating habits and other interesting topics, see Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed, by Jared Diamond
Please God tell me you’re kidding. I assure you that, say, Alain Ducasse doesn’t give a shit what Fodor’s says, but he guards his Michelin stars jealously.
Excalibre’s got this one right.
No, no, it’s not Fodor’s. I mean, it’d be one thing if it was Fodor’s - but these rating count. You see, they were left by people on the internet. I’ll say, he certainly shut me up good!
I like my moral better.
:: runs after you with a barbecue fork ::
You sure you don’t want to hack h…
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You certainly do appear to remain an ignorant asshole. Weren’t you going to leave the SDMB over this thread? How 'bout getting on that?[/QUOTE
When are you going to fucking stop selectively reading my posts, you arrogant fuck? Guinastasia correctly called me out on my mentioning an intention to leave the SDMB. She rightly thought I was being a twat about it, based on the evidence she had at hand. I was being a bit of a twat about it, and I apologise for that, but I did point out that it WASN’T JUST ABOT THIS THREAD. What the fuck is wrong with you? I am sick of you mis-fuclking-representing my posts, you pompous arsehole. If I fuck up, I will admit it myself, thanks very much. You need your face acquainted with the pavement.
Groan.
Someone put a fork in the corpse of this bloody thread. It’s way overdone–even worse than some of your Moms’ veggies.
Lesse here: coding error, and I’m pretty sure that’s an ungrammatical usage of the -fucking- infix. But we’ll prattle about your many failings at another time.
I don’t care how much of it you said and how much of it was your fellow idiots fighting for the idiotic right to be assholes to their acquaintances. As I mentioned (howsabout you read my posts before harping on me for not reading yours, fuckhole?), in my first post in the thread, I just used what you wrote as a jumping off point to avoid the need to quote six or seven of your fellow riders on the short bus and make my post even longer.
If you feel I misrepresented you, you have every right to cry like the pathetic little bitch you are and try your hardest to continue allowing food to fill the void left when all the other little children scorned you. Frankly, it’s irrelevant, but I do with you would hurry up and leave the SDMB, since I value this place mostly as a hangout of the intelligent (and preferably, of folks a little less pitiful and delicate than you’ve revealed yourself to be.)
It would only be polite for me to put a fork in it. 
I just wish I had kept up with it.
I will eat kidneys at your house though…tis only polite 
So you’re fine on pointing out petty coding errors [Eddie Izzard in Scoffing Mode]That’s pretty advanced debating[/EIiSM], but you’re not actually denying that you’ve twisted the living fuck out of my posts and that the ethics of your debating style belong in the gutter?
Right.
No further questions, Your Honour.
What was that? You seem to assume you have a much greater importance to me than you do. As I indicated quite clearly, I don’t really care what you said in particular, since what comes out of your mouth has very little value. If you’d like to claim that you didn’t spew ridiculous lies about the nature of food aversion throughout the thread, I’d be glad to hunt down some quotes. Otherwise, I’m not quite sure where you think I misrepresented you.
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When they have outrageously narrow tastes they’re childish. An American adult should be able to stomach something as ubiquitous as onions. They put onions on regular McDonald’s hamburgers. They’re not a challenge.
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Oh, wow. I had no idea that the little pile of onions I excavate from any dish I receive was so offensive. I thought I was just quietly removing something that tastes really bad to me.
No fucking rolleyes is the world is big enough, you pretentious horse’s ass (served on a bed of braised kitten lungs and clam knees).