It was a contest of bravery to eat a whole lot of random disgusting or unpleasant things, and a lot of people started but by the time it got down to the onion round it was only 3 people. Before that it had been pretty quick and lighthearted, but when it got to be onion time everything just ground to a halt. These three men were just on stage sitting in their chairs with their half eaten onions, tears streaming freely down their faces, making raw vocalizations of misery or cursing or laughing or just sitting unhappily. Every so often, one of them would take another bite, and start forcing themselves to chew.
About a third of the way through the onion, one man threw the rest of his forcefully into the trash and walked off stage, shaking his head, not saying a word. The other two powered through to the next round.
I was pretty drunk and it was, yes, quite a long time ago, probably before most of Lemmy was born. I don't remember much of the rest of it, but the marathon of agony that was the onion round was so unexpectedly vivid and serious that it seared itself into my memory.
Oh, absolutely you should. I'm just saying that the way that you do it matters.
If you just say "hey you hurt me, that's not fair, you shouldn't do that anymore" and leave it at that, then there's a certain type of person that will start to look down on you because of it. I don't agree with it either but it is sadly how quite a lot of people seem to operate.