Culture Can We Stop Calling People Picky Eaters?

Can We Stop Calling People Picky Eaters?​

By Olga Alexandru | August 8, 2022 | 4:19pm
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Mushrooms are too rubbery. Broccoli smells like farts. Celery is the devil’s vegetable. These are some of my unpopular food opinions that have, at one time or another, gained me the title of “picky eater.”

What exactly is picky eating? For most, it means being particular about food texture, flavor, temperature or touching on a plate.

As a vegan, I’m expected to love all vegetables because what else do I eat every day? I’m used to the comments and questions about protein sources, energy levels and the lack of cheese, but it gets a lot worse when people see how selective I am about what I do eat. It must seem strange to others: I’ve already reduced the amount of food I can eat by being vegan, so why would I choose to further reduce it?

Well, it’s not really a choice. Most people who are particular about their food are not trying to be awkward. Most of us would rather eat these things if we could. But for one reason or another, those foods just don’t taste good to us, and I don’t think that should make us targets for criticism.

For children, the worry is reasonable. From the time a kid is born, parents fret about their kid’s diet and nutrient intake. Their kid might not like certain foods, refuse to eat something especially healthy or reject an entire food group. Their bodies and brains are developing, so they need proper fuel to help them grow. But what purpose does it serve to call an adult a picky eater? Why does it matter to anyone else what we put into our bodies? As adults, if we are purposeful about what we choose to eat, we are called fussy, seen as annoying or accused of just doing it for attention.

The label of “picky eater” only serves to further stigmatize food and eating habits, topics that are already fraught for many people. Questioning what people eat or don’t eat could be triggering to those who suffer from eating disorders. There are also religious and cultural reasons why someone might not eat certain foods: Hindus don’t eat beef, and followers of Judaism and Islam don’t eat pork. This doesn’t mean they are being picky; they are just living by their morals. By calling someone out for not liking a popular dish or ingredient, we are trying to get them to conform to our way of being. What someone does or does not eat should have no bearing on us, yet some people insist on making others feel bad for not conforming.

It’s a way of forcing our choices onto others: If I have to eat this, then so should you. This goes back to childhood. Some of us were forced to eat everything on our plate, or we couldn’t leave the table. For many, this means that certain foods trigger memories of childhood, taking us back to a time when we had no autonomy over our own bodies or what went into them. Being in a scenario where your “picky eating” is called out can bring back the trauma, shame and frustration from childhood.

We need to stop calling each other picky eaters. It serves no purpose other than trying to get everyone to behave in the same way. So what if someone doesn’t like avocados because the texture is gross to them? There’s no reason to call attention to it or make that person feel self-conscious about it.

This says nothing of people who have diagnosable health conditions who have to restrict what they eat. Sure, lots of people have jumped on the gluten-free bandwagon, but every time we roll our eyes when someone asks if a menu item is gluten free, we could be rolling our eyes at someone who has celiac disease. People are not obligated to disclose every food intolerance they have just so they don’t get judged. I often have to ask if a drink has sweeteners in it because I have a bad reaction to them, but I’ve seen waitstaff roll their eyes at my question, and it’s not a good feeling.

There is no moral superiority to eating all food indiscriminately, though many would have you believe differently. No one is a better person because they eat healthier or a wider variety of food. But we’ve attached morality to food. Some foods are good while others are labeled bad. Eating the wrong foods can lead to judgment, but even if you refuse to eat “junk” food, you’re labeled a snob.

Veganism can be seen as a type of picky eating; vegans are selective about what to eat based on our love for animals, the health of the planet and concerns for our fellow man. Why is this seen as a negative? Shouldn’t we all be concerned about what we put into our bodies? Why isn’t discernment about food seen as a good thing?
 
My gf was like this because of her mother. She wouldn't touch chicken or brussel sprouts, which I eventually found out was because her mom fucking boiled them. I cooked up properly, you know in the oven with seasoning, and she loved them.
Now the question I have is: Is there a way to make liver taste real good? Never tried it or even seen it in person because Mom had made a solemn oath she would never make us try liver ever because she was forced to eat it as a kid. The Fonz' reaction to liver and all the other stories about liver make me think there's truth to it being legit gross.

Textures can be a make-or-break-it for autists (food therapy does wonders for autists). For me, I've noticed smooth textures--even though they're designed to go down quick--is a no-go, especially if it's slimy. Unless it's real sweet, if it's cut into small pieces and buried in something else I can swallow it, but the moment it brushes against the back of the throat, it's over.
 
Now the question I have is: Is there a way to make liver taste real good? Never tried it or even seen it in person because Mom had made a solemn oath she would never make us try liver ever because she was forced to eat it as a kid. The Fonz' reaction to liver and all the other stories about liver make me think there's truth to it being legit gross.

Textures can be a make-or-break-it for autists (food therapy does wonders for autists). For me, I've noticed smooth textures--even though they're designed to go down quick--is a no-go, especially if it's slimy. Unless it's real sweet, if it's cut into small pieces and buried in something else I can swallow it, but the moment it brushes against the back of the throat, it's over.
I'd recommend trying a kosher preparation of it- bear with me:

They have to salt and soak all the blood out. They then will typically fry it with onions and pasta, or make a pate type dip from it.

It's the blood that makes most people gag with liver, the heavy metallic tastes.
 
I'm not that picky of an eater, but I couldn't care less whether or not I'm "criticized" for it. My life doesn't revolve around what other people or society thinks of me, because I'm not a narcissist. I don't know when this idea that you aren't allowed to criticize people popped up, or on the same token when the idea that you had to give a shit about people's opinion of you became an important thing. I haven't cared about society's opinion of me for years and I definitely don't in CURRENT YEAR.

Pickles suck. Mayonnaise reminds me of cum. And white mushrooms are busting with disgusting. I also don't fuck with sour cream unless it's in donuts or cake.
 
In her defence, she lives in England, so chances are she's never seen a well-cooked meal.

But seriously, one of the only good things my parents ever did for me was encourage/force me to eat a wide variety of food. While my cousins were turning their noses up at celery, I was eating olives and salami. I was exposed to curries and sushi before I was 10 years old, and I still go out of my way to try whatever is the local speciality whenever I travel. The only time that has ever backfired was in England (the best meal I had was a curry made by Sikhs, and I was there for two weeks) and Japan, where I had an unholy fermented tofu dish. Otherwise, bring it on. I've eaten every species of animal that I could, and every part of said animals that was available... Though, I don't recommend ostrich.
 
Ah yes, I too have PTSD from that time mom and dad made me eat all my veggies. Glad someone's brave enough to bring this to everyone's attention.
I'm sick of these stupid cunts always claiming that normal childhood experiences were "traumatic" for them. These pieces of useless liberal shit wouldn't know actual trauma if it walked up and raped them.
 
Long John Silver's has really good chicken. The fish sucks. Really weird how the best things there are balls of fried bread and greasy chicken tenders. I'd rather just go somewhere where the food isn't 90% grease, but them hush puppies are great.
Four years or so ago had a combination KFC/Long John Silver's in our town. They dumped the Long John Silver's maybe three years back. Apparently the demand just wasn't there, can see why.
 
I am so glad my parents wouldn't tolerate bullshit picky eating. If I had my way as a six year old I'd live off of apples, rice, and chicken breast.
If you aren't willing to give just about anything the old college try at this point, and, at the very least, to not make a scene when the food isn't to your liking, you deserve mockery. Grow the fuck up. It's food. It isn't going to kill you.
 
Just eat the bugs.
 
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This bitch has never eaten a properly cooked meal in her life, how sad.
Bet she's never even tried to cook a meal in her life other than ramen, vegan nuggies in the oven, soy sausage, french fries with ketchup, frozen pizza etc. That's her problem, she only eats ultra-processed fatty foods so a vegetable will seem strange and alarming.
 
She has a whole post about her love for tots:


I found this hilarious:

"And just as quickly as the tater tots, or “potato pops” as Lidl had labeled them, had come into my life, they left. The sign was no longer on the freezer cabinet, and we never saw them again. Our freezer was small, so we’d only been able to jam two packs in. Would they ever come back? I had no idea. The whole experience felt like a fever dream. Did I ever really have them, or were they just a figment of my imagination? But, no, I knew they were real. I had found them once and hope that I will again."

SO was like just make them. It's fried potato balls. She tried to use potato flakes, wtf?

My parents suck and just bought junk food and frozen shit to feed us. I had to learn how to eat like a normal person in my late teens and twenties, so it's a pet peeve of mine when people say they are a picky eater. Most of the picky eaters I've come across are fat fucks who "don't like vegetables." Yes, out of the vast variety of vegetables, they don't like -any- of them, except corn. Everyone has foods they don't like. I'm not fond of beets or cilantro (soapy) personally, but the "picky eaters" take advantage of that. They want to act like only eating food crammed with fats and sugars is something they can't help. Not surprised at all that one of this lady's favorite foods is deep fried potato.
 
There aren't any picky eaters. There are just spoiled... I mean cultured people like me, who only like the best stuff, I mean, people who never had to go hungry. If you don't eat for 2 days, even the vegetables will be good enough. I know from experience.

Avocados are delicious with tuna and salmon, or after a nice slab of pig lard. Filthy vegan.
 
I am so glad my parents wouldn't tolerate bullshit picky eating. If I had my way as a six year old I'd live off of apples, rice, and chicken breast.
If you aren't willing to give just about anything the old college try at this point, and, at the very least, to not make a scene when the food isn't to your liking, you deserve mockery. Grow the fuck up. It's food. It isn't going to kill you.
Unless you happen to be allergic to it.
 
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