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 »