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"Crew cut lads fresh from college would put aside their childish experimentations with wine and beer, join a respectable company, and start the business of learning how to belt hard liquor from the seasoned souses at work. It was a hell of a deal and explains why there were so few layabouts back then. Why lounge around in a bar, spending money, when you could get cockeyed on the clock while dollars rolled into your pocket?
"Sadly, those grand days of paid guzzling have gone the way of the snap-brim fedora. The nogoodniks, in their undying effort to ensure no one has any fun at anytime, have made a pariah of the desk bottle. They have passed laws where it is not only illegal to drink on the job, it is illegal to drink before you even show up for work. They have rescued the workplace from being a place of happy production and joyful camaraderie to a depressing prison crowded with high-strung nannies and treacherous snitches."
-- Frank Rich, in Modern Drunkard Magazine.
(From the Quotaton of the Day mailing list, 2003-11-18. Submitted to the list by Terry Labach.)
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The thing that amused the hell out of me at Merz was that they thought it perfectly fine to have a pint or two over lunch, but were amazed that Farradyne allowed beer on premises when we had an after hours party!
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but honestly, i'm quite bothered by the American demonization of alcohol over the last 20 years or so. i like to drink -- that admission alone is enough to make people look askance at me -- and it actually kind of offends me that indulging myself with half a bottle of wine is somehow terrible because by default i drink alone. of course i drink alone -- i live alone, and i don't socialize much. wine with dinner is a lovely thing. if i were going out to dinner in fancy restaurants every night and sharing a bottle of wine with some fabulous guy over dinner, people would say "you go, girl!", but if i do the same thing alone in my apartment, i have a "problem"? give me a break, man. (and it's much, much worse in California. everyone is so goddamn health-conscious here that even on a big evening out most people won't indulge themselves with anything that might be fattening or unhealthy. poo on them, i say. POO!)
i admit it, i'm a hedonist. a voluptuary. a sybarite. and i'm... well, okay, i'm still a bit ashamed, but i'm working on that. goddamned post-puritanism.