Every 20-something has the same thing happen to them. A moment in time (and that moment may last an extended period) when they are just. so. stupid. And in this moment of idiocy, they mutter things like “I’ll never…” They’re having some sort of lame quasi-protest of things they’ll never do. They don’t actually have a reason for finding it unacceptable, yet they lack the skills to just say, “meh, I don’t like that.”
So rather than just not comment on something they dislike, or comment that it’s not their thing, they proclaim!! that they will NEVER….
Case in point:
Oh my god I will NEVER drive a minivan!!
That was pretty much the mantra of my generation. Lord help you if you did anything as horrifying as get behind the wheel of one of these. For god’s sake, why not just un-pop your collar or wear *gasp* bootcut jeans.
Well, sooner or later, you realize, as horrifying as it is, you are that age — you gotta have the minivan. And even if you never ACTUALLY drive one, you’re more like, meh. I’m sure there are things far worse, far more embarrassing. OTHER things that I would NEVER do.
Well, ladies, you’re doing it.
And it’s this:
OH MY GOD Y’ALL!
It’s *WINE* time!!!
There’s this whole Pinterest “movement” I’ll call it, and it’s all about the love of WINE! They have JOKES!
Here’s the thing, lady wine lovers. That ginormous glass of vino you lurve?
The wine. The way you’re endlessly worshiping it?
It’s your minivan.
It’s the thing that the cool kids are looking at and thinking, oh my god, HOW DO I AVOID THAT?
I. Will. Never…
Not all of them. Sure, some of them are perfectly capable of appreciating a decent glass of wine. Just like some folks were perfectly capable of not giving a damn what they were driving, as long as it went.
But for the most part, dudes. You’re like, MAKING SOME SERIOUS LOVE to your wine. It’s pornographic. You’re all “ooooohhhhhhhh wine” because you don’t seem to know that it’s a drink. It can’t hear you. It’s old fruit, fruit that got so old, it went all stinky, and then someone was like “ah cool I’ll squeeze it into a bottle, some fool will drink it” and YOU ARE THE FOOL.
There was a time when you were like “how can I avoid being the weirdo that my mother is” and now you ARE. Maybe her vice wasn’t wine. Maybe it was Gloria Vanderbilt jeans or Dr. Scholl’s flip flops or Canfield’s Diet Chocolate Soda. But it was weird and changed her and you SWORE but LOOK. Look at you dude. LOOK.
And all the regular wine drinkers are like, ah man, suburban moms are KILLING MY WINE!
I mean, for the love.
Not only are you drinking what I can only assume are pound and pounds of old grapes in a single sitting, then you justify it by PLAYING WITH THE GARBAGE:
It’s not just that these are do-it-yourself wine garbage crafts, but there are TEN of them.
Including stuff like this:
Forever is today?
That doesn’t even make SENSE. And how many CORKS is that? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, holy shit I cannot possibly keep counting because NOW I’M SAD.
And those 10 DIY Wine Garbage Projects are one of the SMALLER suggestions on these here internets for what to do with your used corks.
Furniture made with WINE CORKS. And it is one of THIRTY suggestions on this particular
drunken enabling crafting page.
Not to worry, though. You can make furniture out of your beer bottles too.
But it’s not really presented in quite the crafty quaint fun loving Pinteresty way. If you’re a beer drinker, the suggestions are more along the lines of:
Yes. Because nothing says “I drink too much” like shards of glass in your bum as you sit on the dock by the bay. You make a cork buffet, and you are AMAZING. But you make one of these bad boys, and your parents and siblings are suddenly holding an intervention. Maybe if you stenciled “Forever is Today” across the side it would be classier.
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS EVEN?
Wine is stupid. And it tastes bad. I want the wine movement to go AWAY and to take its Pinterest pages with it. And to stop giving women a bad name. We don’t all love you, wine! We don’t!!!
And for god’s sake, GIVE ME BACK MY HUSBAND.
Ladies. Just buy a minivan already. Because you’re already embarrassing your children.
Now if I can just get them to stop doing this:
Oh, high boots and chunky scarf. The minivan of fashion.