This article is from 2020 — as you may have guessed from that "stuck at home." I don't know how I missed this the first time around, but I'm seeing it this morning because it's suggested to me on the page I found by myself, "How to Drink Alone." Not that I was looking for instructions on how to do something that is perfectly easy to do, at least if you're already alone.
The reason I found "How to Drink Alone" — which is also from 2020 (a big 2020 topic, that) — is that I was looking for articles written by Jazmine Hughes, the NYT writer forced to resign for violating the policy against public protest — by signing a letter protesting Israel's war against Hamas.
Anyway, it's good to know that the NYT has some standards. Interesting to contemplate that in the context of seeing how actively it encouraged people to deal with the lockdown by drinking alone.
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Kind of a smorgasbord of issues in this post.
If you’ve ever spent time in Scandinavia, especially the northern parts, in the dead of winter it’s easy to understand most of their drinking habits. When the parking lot at work has electric outlets for each space, not because you drive an electric car but because you need to power the engine heater to keep the coolant from freezing during the work day, then you are in a land of gloom and cold. A nice schnapps can warm you right up and brighten your day (metaphorically speaking).
Weird
I can't speak to any Finnish traditions, but I can speak to Miles Teller's cultural heritage - he grew up in the town next to mine in west central Florida (NOT the part of Florida people think of when they think of Florida - no high rise condo buildings on sandy beaches filled with Spring Breakers). Our town was super redneck, and we looked down on his town (Lecanto) for being even redneck-ier. Lecanto was where you went to go "muddin'" - everyone drives their trucks out into the mud and then tries to not get stuck. Much drinking, not necessarily alone, and probably not just in their underwear at first.
Edit - I see now he moved to Lecanto at age 12 - his dad worked at a power plant in Pennsylvania, so I'm assuming they moved to Florida to work at the nuclear plant in my hometown. A weird culture, to be honest - people with advanced degrees in nuclear engineering (or lots of experience on nuclear subs) who still pronounce it "nuc-u-lar". Seems like every kid in town had a Geiger counter at home to play with (bananas are radioactive!).
Yes, many Finns drink while dressed only in their underwear. Some also put fishcock in their mouths.
I'm mostly Scandinavian. We often have the reputation of being moody and depressed, and also drinking quite a bit. Growing up I was told that in the Old Country there was an actual holiday called "Get Drunk at Home Alone Day."
So now we know the truth about Paul Pelosi!
"Kick your shoes off - do not fear
Bring that bottle over here"
Social drinkers transitioning into blind drunk alcoholics. Now that’s a great experiment. Who needs fentanyl.
Drink in underwear because it's so magnificent?
I hate it when elephants drink in my pajamas. Want to shoot them.
"So now we know the truth about Paul Pelosi!"
: )
Except with some gay stuff, because San Francisco.
They aren't underpants unless they're giant underpants. -- PeeWee Herman
#underpants
Then Midsommer comes and the Swedes are all out enjoying the sun and social drinking, smiling with no trace of gloom whatsoever. The day still ends with schnapps though.
I wonder what the alcoholism stats are in Alaska and Minnasota? It must be tough to get through the endless, cold, winters without giving in to heavy drinking.
That quote sounds like one of those lines from Dos Equis' "The Most Interesting Man in the World" ad campaign.
"They aren't underpants unless they're giant underpants. -- PeeWee Herman"
I see Paris...
I very seldom drink beer, but when I do, it's in my underwear to match the whole low-class experience. And then the brand is Dos Equis, a touch of class. I very seldom drink in my underwear, but when I do it's when I know I'm close to being black-out drunk.
Once had a Danish girlfriend. Her preferred drinking experience was sitting by a stove/fire in a small room with a gloomy view and doing alternate hits on Aqvavit and Tuborg Strong. Accompanied,of course by a small herring atop a piece of toast smothered in lard (?).
I loved that one but she dumped me for a dentist. Years later she told me she'd decided I was unreliable because I failed to call her as promised, the night before she returned to Denmark from her one-year employment in Tokyo. It's always the little things...
If you are home, alone, drinking, why are you wearing underpants? Drinking in your underwear is sad, drinking nekkid is freeing.
I pretty much always drink in my underwear, along with my other clothes.
Unless I'm on a boat, in which case I may be drinking in my bathing suit.
'The day still ends with schnapps though.'
And nudity, lots of nudity...
Youtube has Keillor's "The Finn Who Would Not Take a Sauna."
I'm a bit surprised he hasn't been canceleraselated yet.
When discussing the way one dresses to drink, Hogarth's Beer Street and Gin Street cannot be left out of the discussion. I submit that while these are street scenes, not solo drinking indoors, the dress of the participants is significant. The 18th Century was a good time to drink, and they did so with abandon.
Will a future writer describe how to dress to smoke weed, versus crack or meth, alone in one's home?
He needs underwear?
Pajamas at tea time is a family tradition.
Kapteeni Kalsari.
Hughes is a sacrificial goat to the Jews angry about the NYT lying so prominently about the hospital and 500 dead, but both false. Those editors should have been fired.
For Jews who want to delude themselves into thinking Democrats support Israel, this will be a rationalization. Most US Jews realize the Dems do not really support them, nor actually free speech of pictures of kidnapped kids.
Well, now Jazmine can drink alone and cry in her beer.
This reminds me of that scene in Magnolia (1999) with Melora Walters playing a drunk at home playing loud music and a cop answering the disturbance call. I identified with her totally.
I don't always drink in my underwear but when I do, it's Dos Equis.
And by that time I'm wearing my underwear like a hat and drinking through a leg hole.
Once, I got drunk and passed out in my underwear and woke up in someone else's. I wouldn't have donned anything so frilly, sober.
Frilly? Nice touch Narr.
"Nice touch Narr."
The color was all wrong too.
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