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Beer is most definitely more of a man's drink, and it's because of what have become the social mores of our culture. Beer is more often associated with sporting events, poker, pub games (darts, billiards, etc.) -- that kind of thing -- all of which tend to be the province of men. Perhaps that's because back in the so-called "olden days," more men than women were playing sports and gambling away the money they made that week, while women stayed at home to cook the meals and take care of the kids. In this way, beer in its many forms became part of men's social lives.
Later, it was decided that women could go outside the house to work -- and even hang out with the guys. What a concept! Nonetheless, beer-drinking was a decidedly masculine thing to do, so you had fewer women than men downing the suds, opting instead for the more feminine cocktail or delicate glass of chardonnay (or, for a time, the wine cooler, which is kinda like an alcoholic beverage cleverly dressed in juicy clothing).
Old habits die hard, and commercials do little to alter these norms. Watch ten seconds of any beer commercial, and you'll quickly see they're catering to rugged and fun-loving twenty- and thirty-something guys -- maybe a couple gals, but mostly guys. These commercials air during football and baseball games, not during figure skating events that involve lutzes and salchows. (What a salchow is, I have no idea, but give me a couple beers and I'll conjure a flashy definition for you.) Men want to know what Dick Butkus has to say, and they want to do it with a cold I.P.A. in hand; women want to know what Dick Button has to say, and they want to do it with a fruity and floral pinot in hand.
This brings me to my final point: Men like things that are competitive, dangerous, rough, ugly and nasty. Hey, we can't help it; it's in our genes, a biological imperative. We like carburetors and burnt toast. We like Slim Jims and pork rinds. We like playing rugby in muddy fields. Beer goes along with that -- its generally bitter flavor fits right in with our ugly and nasty natures. There's a certain fraternal camaraderie that goes along with downing mug upon mug of Sam Adams -- or, if you're on a budget, Pabst Blue Ribbon -- with friends, trying to drink each other under the table. (By the way, I DO NOT condone this behavior. NOBODY should be drinking Pabst! Sheesh.) Women, on the other hand, go for one of the many variations on a martini that seem to be sweeping the nation these days. They're colorful, light, sophisticated beverages that almost look like art. Some of these drinks even come with skewered fruit cubes and floating olives. These are drinks that know how to accessorize! You hear me, ladies.
So the next time you see Deke and Günter sharing light conversation over a couple cosmos with umbrellas and cherries hanging over the sugar-frosted rim of a martini glass, take a picture. It'll make the front page of the daily news for sure.
- Keith
Disclaimer: I hope you read enough sarcasm into what I wrote to realize I in no way put men and women on different pedestals. I have equal respect for both sexes, and realize each is equally capable of what the other can accomplish. This isn't meant to be a men-versus-women response. I just see the popularity of beer among men to be the result of a certain social evolution. To that end, I challenge any woman to meet me for a friendly game of darts at the local pub. I guarantee that (a) you'll kick my butt left, right and sideways at darts, and (b) you'll drink me under the table after two glasses. :)
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