I just found this poem, written by Clare Boothe Luce (creator of "The Women") at age ten:
"Thou madest man perfect
Then Thine alone is the blame
If Thou leftest in womankind
The flaw that bought him shame.
I couldn't have said it better. Women can't HELP but try new foods sometimes! Insert "homokind" for "womankind" and you've got a whole new reading of it.
