There are subscription boxes for makeup, snacks, organic dog treats, nail polish, and pretty much every specific interest category under the sun, but there’s finally — finally! — a subscription box with much broader appeal: it’s full of booze. It’s called Flaviar, and here’s how it works:
Flaviar is a curated and membership based service which helps you experience the best spirits from all over the world at a fraction of the regular price, helping to promote a better way of enjoying drinks. Every month Flaviar members receive a hand-picked sample gift pack of five premium flavors (Whisky, Rum, Cognac, Gin, Vodka, Grappa, Tequila, etc) selected by our expert panel and industry professionals.
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Wall Street Journal columnist James Taranto is pretty much that douchey frat boy who you never invite to a party, but somehow ends up there anyway , and you wish he would just go somewhere far, far away so you never had to think about all the obnoxious things he’s said. Remember him? He called the military’s effort to eradicate sexual assault a “war on male sexuality.” He’s tweeted that he hoped the young women whose boyfriends died saving them during the Aurora, Colorado, shooting were “worthy of the sacrifice.” So it should come as no surprise to you that he is blaming rape victims for drinking. Keep reading »
While the rest of us were struggling through The Great Gmail Outage Of 2014, Buzzfeed was doing the lord’s work and matching up every single state with a signature cocktail. Their results are mapped out above, but you can read about your state’s ideal libation in more detail here. What do you think of your state’s choice? I’m feeling a bit ashamed that I lived in Oregon for 27 years and never tried a Flaming Ring of Fire, although now that I’ve relocated to Tennessee, a Lynchburg Lemonade sounds miiiiighty fine. May I propose a toast to drinkable geography lessons? Cheers! [Buzzfeed]
The Millennial generation, which includes the youngest legal drinkers, is consuming more wine than previous generations, and they’re educating themselves about it too! Rather than bring a six-pack to the party, and guzzle beers with their college roommates, they’re enjoying fine wine and sharing their love and knowledge with friends. It’s certainly more refined, but is it as much fun? And how can a 21-year-old possibly learn to appreciate wine in the short time it has been made available to them? Keep reading »
Up until two months ago, I was drinking, on average, a bottle of wine a night. I don’t know if that makes me an alcoholic. I wasn’t going out and getting blotto at bars; I was coming home from work, pouring myself glass after glass while I did responsible adults things, like laundry, cooking dinner, watching “Scandal,” scowling at OK Cupid messages, and getting ahead on work tasks. I wasn’t sending inadvisable drunk texts, maybe because I wasn’t even drunk — my tolerance was that high. But I was doing it night after night, all the while thinking, I should probably take it down a notch. Drink less. I’ll start tomorrow. Keep reading »
There’s nothing I enjoy more when I’m drunk than stopping by McDonald’s on the way home — the only time I go to Mickey D’s, by the way — and getting myself some chicken nuggets. Something about the greasiness and chickenness and saltiness just hits the drunken spot!
But it turns out I’m doing drunk-snacks all wrong. Keep reading »
Thanksgiving is so much better when day drinking is involved. A few cocktails in, and suddenly you and your estranged brother are back in bonding mode, you’re brushing off your aunt’s annoying questions, and all your mom’s passive aggressive comments sound like Charlie Brown’s teacher gibberish. Awesome. Whether you choose a light champagne cocktail for your Thanksgiving pregame, or just throw all calorie-counting caution to the wind and opt for homemade eggnog or maple white Russians, we’ve got you covered. Click through for 10 delicious libations to get you through Thanksgiving!
Drunk people are annoying — so annoying, in fact, that a Brooklyn bar is raising their drinking age on weekends to keep the youngest annoying drunks away. Neighbors have been complaining about bar patrons from Phil’s Crummy Corner leaving empties in their planters and screaming in the streets until 4 a.m. So now the joint will no longer admit drinkers younger than 25 after 10 p.m. on Friday and Saturday nights, a plan they referred to as becoming a “quiet family place” (instead of a combination sports bar/Latin American restaurant, which is what Yelp calls it). Phil’s Crummy Corner is even hiring a bouncer to keep those young’uns out, too. Noisy assholes will have to find someplace else to drink … just stay out of Queens, please. [DNAinfo New York] [Image of drunk people via Shutterstock]
Men will rape us no matter, apparently! So if won’t don’t want to get sexually assaulted, us ladies have to “give up over drinking [sic].”
This is according to a facepalm-y new column in Southern Methodist University The Daily Campus newspaper by someone named Kirby Wiley. ”In order to prevent future victims, viewers need to know the other side of things,” Wiley writes. The other side of things, in case you’re not picking up what I’m putting down, is that drunk women are deserving of some of the blame here.
Oh hell to the no.
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Police in Charleston, South Carolina, were right to warn students on Tuesday after two sexual assaults were reported near the campus.
But were they right to include in the warning the fact that the victims had both been drinking and to include statistics about alcohol and sexual assault? Keep reading »