Double Standards

As a young man in today’s world, there are certain expectations that others believe I should possess. Changing a flat tire, holding the door for women, love of football… you get the idea. Men stuff. The stuff of men. One of these man making maritime activities is the choice of drink. And I must confess that I am hardly a manly drinker even by the lowest of standards.

bottled goodness

I have a terrible weakness for Kahlúa. The smooth texture combined with the decadent taste leaves the senses satisfied but still tingling. Thats just the drink! Kahlúa balls are the culprits that captivated my consideration to begin with. Those exotic, sensuous spheres of silky heavenly chocolate gratify even the most barbaric of palettes.

Knowing this, many of my generation may go so far as to question my sexual preferences at the decision of drink but there is a double standard at work here. I can drink any liquid at my leisure without fear of being a convivial blunder, but the minute I add alcohol to my drink, it becomes a standard of judgment.

Hell, I can go to Micky D’s, get myself a smoothie without batting an eyelash. So whats the dealio with Kahlúa? It tastes good damnit! I drink what tastes good, whats so unmanly about that?

Somebody?