Manhattan A classic drink for a classic girl! Holy shit do you love Mad Men. You wear red lipstick, you love old movies, you don’t understand today’s music or fashion trends. You get along better with your grandmother than you do with most people your own age. You were born in the wrong generation, for real! You love it when your boss, Barry, calls you “sweetheart,” and you don’t get why it rattles your female coworkers so. You voted for Romney. You alienate your queer friends at parties with your dated sociopolitical views. You would totally pick Cary Grant over Channing Tatum any day!! Keep it old school, sister! [...]
It was the night of my sister Kelly's 30th birthday party, and I was anxious. We’d encouraged guests to come in costume to fit the 1920s theme, and before anyone showed up, I helped my sister into the incredible flapper dress she’d found, beige with sheer paneling and sequins in all the right places. She set her black bob-cut wig and sparkling headband in place, swiped a bold rose color across her lips. I wanted Kelly to love the way she looked, because it was her party, but secretly all I could think about was if I’d look better: he was coming.
We'd been having sexless sleepovers for a [...]
Look, if you're the caretaker of a historical mansion, you've got a pretty sweet gig already. Especially if you and the ghosts have come to an understanding. Even if the mansion is in Pittsburgh. There's no call for this.
Hill stored the whiskey trove with plans of preserving it, but when the caretaker moved out, she discovered dozens of bottles were now empty. While Saunders initially denied the charges, a DNA test proved that he had been sipping straight from several of the bottles. Now Saunders is accused of drinking 52 bottles worth of historical whiskey, which was bottled in 1912 at the nearby West Overton Distilling Co. and [...]
FOR TOO LONG, COCKTAILS have been too big. A benchmark is the Martini: Consider the prewar versions favored by Mame Dennis, the chic Manhattanite of "Auntie Mame." We're told in the 1958 movie version that she abjures an olive garnish because it takes up too much room in such a little glass—which, in that era, might have measured anywhere between 2 and 4 ounces. By contrast, in modern glasses of 8 or 10 ounces (or more), there's so much space that three overstuffed olives have become the norm.
After having an alcohol-induced stroke in middle age, Jane Bowles was sent to see a British neurologist, who patronisingly told her: "You're not coping, my dear Mrs Bowles. Go back to your pots and pans and try to cope."
This intense disregard for women, this inability to comprehend their talents or inner lives, was typical. Similar scenarios can be found in the lives of almost any 20th-century woman writer of note. Take Jean Stafford, who these days is more likely to be remembered for her marriage to Robert Lowell than for her Pulitzer prize-winning stories or her extraordinary, savage novel The Mountain Lion. This latter work was published in 1947, while [...]
…you can now* get moderately tanked before driving home (the equivalent of two or three drinks, which renders different sizes of people very different levels of tanked, some not at all), provided you're in a designated "remote" area, thanks to councillor Danny Healy-Rae:
“A lot of these people are living in isolated rural areas where there’s no public transport of any kind, and they end up at home looking at the four walls, night in and night out, because they don’t want to take the risk of losing their licence,” he told TheJournal.ie.
Ireland has been quite successful in recent years, it seems, in cutting down on their drunk [...]
In the fall of 1997 I arrived to New York University as a college freshman with two priorities. The first: to waste my parents’ money on a theater education. The second: to get drunk.
I accomplished both my goals, although in different ways and for different lengths of time. Which is to say: I wasted that money over the span of four years, but got drunk only once.
•••I never had an alcoholic drink all throughout high school, and that was owed to both (a) a lack of social invitations, and (b) a fear of projectile vomit. While there was an extent to which this disappointed me about myself, there [...]
"The study, published in Substance Use and Misuse, found that participants poured 12 percent more wine into a wide glass than a narrow glass. They also poured 12 percent more wine into a glass they were holding, versus one placed on a table. Color contrast affected pours, too. Participants over-poured white wine into a clear glass by 10 percent. There was less over-pouring when the wine was red."
Researchers at Iowa State University and Cornell have found that wine drinkers "often don’t know much they are consuming," which is really a crazy claim: the answer is "just a splash." [Via]
Edith Zimmerman: John Ore, Drynuary leader and expert, let's talk about Drynuary. Which, for the unfamiliar, is not-drinking for the month of January. Although everything besides booze is fair game, right?
John Ore: Correct. Drynuary centers on booze-fasting, so other vices are certainly fair game during the month. Although I've heard of folks using Drynuary to abstain from other things, like smoking the reefer. But I feel like you need to tailor the nomenclature if you're going to do that. "Drynuary" has a connotation that's very specific to booze.
Participating in Drynuary last year helped me make my brilliant decision to become a smoker. So if you're easily tempted [...]