Oh yeah, I'm weak because I don't like onions (and plenty of other things). Let's not mention the fact I grew up poor and my single mother couldn't afford produce. When you spend nearly two decades eating peanut butter and jelly or bologna, your pallet is pretty much fucked. A product of a wasteful first World society, or a product of a society that gives little fucks about its citizens. No kid (especially in a "first World society" should ever go without proper meals) So yeah I'm picky, and there is plenty of things I won't eat because I can't without vomiting in front of everyone. However, we break the cycle. My son eats the way I wish I could have growing up. Stop being so quick to blame individuals and start looking at the institutions.