“Trying to ruin someone else’s life is a poor way to address one’s alcohol and self-control problems.”
This is true. But is this really the most intelligent — to say nothing of compassionate — thing for an advice columnist to say to someone whose friend was possibly date raped?
No, Dear Prudence at Slate.com, it was not.
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“She doesn’t drink,” my Mom said when someone offered me a glass of champagne at my sister’s wedding last summer.
“Mom!” I hissed. “Can you say ‘She doesn’t like to drink’? People are going to think I’m a recovering alcoholic!”
But after nodding no time and again to waiters coming around to refill wine and passing my empty glasses back to them, I noticed that to the casual bystander, I appear to be a recovering alcoholic. I don’t know anyone else who just doesn’t drink because they don’t like to, and won’t even have a sip of champagne for a toast. Unless they are sober. Which is when I realized that I have a lot in common with recovering alcoholics. Keep reading »
Rachel Maddow isn’t just good at looking cute and making politicians look like idiots. She is also an amateur mixologist. (Good skill to have if that whole MSNBC hosting gig falls through.) Last night on “Late Night,” Rachel taught Jimmy Fallon how to do “pickleback” shots, which is one shot each of Jameson and pickle juice. “It’s a little weird,” she says. The word she’s looking for is revolting. [I find them delicious, actually. -- Editor] But I’d still drink them, because Rachel Maddow made them. And also, there’s something in pickle juice that makes it a good hangover cure. I’m sold. [Hulu.com]
A reader snapped a pic of something freaky at the Zurich airport: GIRL, a lychee strawberry liquor “for women only.” Let me tell you something: if you bring a big purple bottle of fruity liquor to a party, you’re not getting invited back. Unless that party is the first night of Pride Week or a sleepover with 15-year-olds watching “Sex and the City 2.” You fail, booze marketers.
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If you write for a living — especially opinion writing, and especially as a feminist — you set yourself up for criticism. You really have no control over how others respond to your work, other than choosing not to write it. By attaching your name to your views, you put yourself in the position to be agreed with, judged, lauded, mocked, quoted reverently, misinterpreted, called somebody others “must read”, called crazy or ugly or both. I’ve experienced all these things at some point in my career.
It sucks, though, when the worst of those experiences happen from within the feminist community. Keep reading »
I was a virgin until a month before my 21st birthday. I was on my second date with a guy named Craig, a 20-something blond surfer type who got my number after I made him a chai tea to go at the coffee shop in his neighborhood where I worked. I was lying on his bed and the Best of Willie Nelson was playing on his CD player. He had a tapestry hanging on the ceiling and there was a poster for the critically un-acclaimed jam band, The String Cheese Incident, on the wall. I felt him enter me and it hurt like hell, but I was flying high on the notion that I had finally conquered two fears — the fear of having sex and the fear that I never would. Afterwards, I was a little embarrassed by the spotting of blood on his sheets — should I offer to wash them? — but I still couldn’t contain my excitement. Keep reading »
Pennsylvania’s Liquor Control Board is under fire for a new PSA campaign called Control Tonight, which critics say puts the onus on women for “not getting raped” while drunk and is blaming the victim. The ad in question depicts a woman’s bare legs on what looks like a tiled bathroom floor with her panties pulled down to her ankles and the text reads:
02:19 a.m SHE DIDN’T WANT TO DO IT, BUT SHE COULDN’T SAY NO.
When your friends drink, they can end up making bad decisions. Like going home with someone they don’t know very well.
Decisions like that leave them vulnerable to dangers like date rape. Help your friends stay in control and stay safe. Keep reading »
FYI to all pregnant ladies: you can now booze responsibly, sort of. Introducing ArKay, aka “halal whiskey.” ArKay’s website boasts, “this non-alcoholic drink can be considered a soft drink and is suitable for any party occasions.” Alas, whiskey experts have spoken and ArKay doesn’t hold a candle to the real deal. The Scotch Whiskey Association is horrified that the company would even utilize the term “whiskey” in the product’s description and are fighting to keep it out of Europe. The legal affairs director for the SWA even sniffed, ”Such promotion is taking advantage of the high quality reputation of the product that is whiskey, which is a distilled spirit produced from natural ingredients, when it is in fact just a soft drink with artificial flavourings.” (Sheesh, it sounds like he could use a drink!) I can only imagine that ArKay would taste like the watery dregs at the end of a cocktail. But you’ve got to love their tagline: “Don’t drink and drive … unless it’s ArKay!” Pregnant Frisky readers, would you ever drink non-alcoholic whiskey … er, “whiskey”? [Gothamist]
Lock up the Kotex, Mom and Dad! Teens are apparently inserting vodka-soaked tampons vaginally and rectally to get drunk. Granted, this could be another urban legend like so-called “rainbow parties.” But it also could be a legit way the kids are getting wasted these days: A super-sized tampon can hold about a shot of vodka, and when consumed in such a manner, the booze absorbs directly into the blood stream. Keep reading »