Pink beer is the latest product to be feminized for the fairer sex. Molson Coors, a brewery, is pink-ifying a lager called Animée to be less “masculine” with “clear filtered, crisp rosé and zesty lemon flavors,” according to the UK’s Independent.
Pink beer … sounds like wine. It sounds like champagne, actually. And pink champagne is already a thing. Ergo, pink beer is not something that needs to happen, except in La La La Marketing Land where advertisers think anything “pink” appeals to pretty, pretty princesses women. Newsflash, beer advertisers: maybe if every single one of your commercials wasn’t about T&A your products would appeal to us more! Keep reading »
For those of us who are curbing our spending, but not our appetite for spirits, this handy guide to el cheapo alcoholic beverages will get us loaded for less. Bring on the two-buck-Chuck, bitches! [The Littlest Drunk] Keep reading »
Jonathan Rhys Meyers of “The Tudors” was reportedly hospitalized this week after trying to commit suicide by overdosing on pills, People and The Sun are reporting. The 33-year-old actor, who’s clocked in five stints in rehab for alcohol abuse over the years, was allegedly found slumped over on the ground by paramedics who responded to an emergency call at his London home. Meyers reportedly spent the night at the hospital following the suicide scare and was discharged the next day. This is extremely distressing news, given how he’s such a talented actor. I hope he gets the help he needs. Love ya, Jonathan! [People, The Sun UK] Keep reading »
Lindsay Lohan has evaded yet another probation violation for failing a routine alcohol test. Perhaps the judge believed Lindsay’s claims that Komboucha tea was the culprit for the false positive result. Komboucha is a fermented tea thought to detoxify the body and mind and though it contains less than 0.05 percent alcohol, some think it can sway the results of alcohol tests and make you look like a lush to your friends, family and potential employers.
We all know poppy seed bagels can effect drugs tests, but in addition to Komboucha, here are some new, perhaps surprising things that could possibly have you coming up dirty on drug or alcohol tests. Keep reading »
Watch Amy Winehouse’s comeback performance in front of 20,000 people in Belgrade. Watch Amy Winehouse, slur, stumble, scratch herself and try to remove her wig. Watch Amy Winehouse cancel her tour. Any questions (besides what’s she on)? So tragic. [The Fix] Keep reading »
Bristol Palin lost her virginity to Levi Johnston drunk on wine coolers, according to her new memoir. The pro-abstinence advocate first slept with the Playgirl model in a tent while camping at Point MacKenzie in 2006, at age 15 — and she doesn’t remember it. Keep reading »
Oh, beer advertisements. What would I blog about without you? Bud Light Lime’s UFC sponsorship seamlessly blends panty-clad “ring girl” Arianny Celeste with “Bud Light” stamped on her ass (klassy!), lime slices gingerly covering her lady bits, and ultimate fighting/sexual innuendo like “I like a guy that can go more than one round!” Ay carumba, this is more softcore than some porns I’ve seen.
Men, don’t you resent being advertised to in this way? Or are you A-OK with the whole “tits, beer, more tits” thing? [AdWeek] Keep reading »
“I hardly drink now. I used to drink every single day. I’m more into getting fit, going to the gym, eating healthy because then you feel better about yourself … If I was stretched out, I would look like a supermodel. But I’m like compact, so I look like 160 pounds.”
—Snooki, always the modest one, talks to Star Magazine about her recent weight loss and general push to eat better and exercise more. But we’re not as interested in that part of things. Um, did we hear that right? Snooki is hardly drinking? This turn of events will probably make “Jersey Shore” far less entertaining, but after her getting arrested on the boardwalk in broad daylight for public intoxication last season, I have to say it sounds like a good thing. [Radar Online] Keep reading »
Last weekend, I stood on the subway platform, thumbing through a magazine and grumbling about how the next train wouldn’t arrive for another 11 minutes. As I waited, more and more feet descended the stairs. Two pairs caught my attention — one was manicured with bright red polish and strapped into a sky high silver sandals, the other was in electric blue stilettos. Both pairs of ankles wobbled as their owners awkwardly lowered their feet. It seemed like at any moment, one—or maybe both—of them would come plummeting down the stairs. A few unsteady steps later, two women appeared in full view—both their faces were flushed and they clung to each other’s arms for dear life. “Wha a you lookin’ at,” one of them slurred to a guy who shook his head as they passed.
These girls were trashed. It was only 8 p.m.
Watching them zig and zag down the subway platform, I felt adrenaline rush through me. I felt like I should do something. But what? These are adults. They’re just having fun, I thought. They can take care of themselves.
But then another part of me thought: how naive. Keep reading »