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You know those women who get vodka and water and claim that they “Like the taste?” No, they don’t. They’re trying to cut calories, and that’s fine. But water doesn’t taste like anything, so nobody “Likes the taste.” Your mom tried to get you into drinking eight glasses of H2O as a kid, and your nutritionist has told you time and time again that water will be your best friend in weight loss, but you just never took to the stuff. You gag a little when you drink it. It feels like a chore. You’re not alone. A lot of people actually hate the taste (sorry, the non-taste) of water, but feel like it’s childish to admit it. You don’t have to admit it. But you do need to stay hydrated. So here are 15 healthy alternatives to water.
Thanks to the wonderful invention of camera phones and the popularity of hidden-camera television shows, I sometimes assume that I’m being filmed without my knowledge or consent. This paranoia typically occurs when I’m in a situation that I can’t quite fathom logically. Like, this is too weird/funny/fill-in-the-blank not to be recorded. I’d like to blame this on our film everything, cell phone attached to the hip at all times culture, but I’m sure the highly imaginative writer in me has something to do with this thinking as well.
Case in point, I attended a house party recently. It was a birthday celebration. Pretty small, pretty chill. I went solo; only about 20 or so folks were in attendance. There was great food, good music and plenty of alcohol. But I’m not much of a drinker, so I politely declined any alcoholic beverages when they were offered to me. Besides not caring much for the taste, I have a very low tolerance for alcohol. A few sips and my stomach is in knots. It’s not the best feeling in the world, so I figure why even go there? Save them precious drops for someone who actually wants them.
But I couldn’t have guessed that my lack of drinking would stir up such heated emotions in the other partygoers. Everyone there was drinking, getting tipsy and having a good time. Myself included, minus the alcohol. But strangely, one person after another commented on the cup of water in my hand. Some straight up found the H20 offensive. And a few couldn’t believe that I was getting by at this party completely sober. Others still equated my lack of alcohol consumption as a clear and obvious indication that I wasn’t having fun. How dare I refuse to have a good time at a party…
That’s when the writer in me kicked in. Was I being punked? Suddenly, I felt like I was unknowingly shooting a PSA with a bunch of paid actors who could pass for teenagers in the same way that 20-something actors did in the ‘90s on shows like Saved By The Bell and My So-Called Life. And clearly this PSA, in which I was the unsuspecting star, was meant to showcase the ills of peer pressure in a “This is your brain on drugs” kind of way. At any second, the party was going to turn from awkward and uncomfortable to “Why didn’t I get out of there sooner?” But the more I looked around, the more I realized that there were no cameras, hidden or otherwise.
In that moment, I felt like an ancient relic. More like the unfortunate subject of a freak show. I never in my life received so much attention for the contents of my red plastic cup. These perfect strangers ganged up on me for not having fun in a way that matched their standards. Sure, I can blame their obnoxious behavior on the liquor, but the bigger picture to me, the most important eye-opener is the fact that not only do I have a low tolerance for alcohol, the older I get, the less tolerance I have for BS – alcohol induced or not.
The old me would have internalized the taunting of a tipsy few and allowed that petty foolishness to feed my own insecurities. I would have stayed at that house party out of obligation to prove a bunch of strangers wrong. And for what? Eff that. I wasn’t having the time of my life but I was certainly enjoying the food, the music, and the company. But the fun sure did stop once people kept accusing me of being a party pooper because I didn’t join them in a drink or two. I didn’t take their words to heart, but the incessant and unnecessary attention put a serious damper on what was formerly a chill, relaxed mood. So instead of hanging around and being privy to more bs, I stood up for myself and reminded anyone who asked that it’s perfectly possible to attend a party, not drink at said party and live to tell the tale. And then I said goodbye to the host and took my sober butt home.
Now, at the end of the day, was the party that serious or that big of a deal? Not at all. It was simply an odd experience that I couldn’t resist sharing. An experience that unexpectedly showed me how much I’ve grown.
Have you had a similar experience?
If you work in a close-knit environment, traveling with co-workers can seem like fun and a new way to form deeper bonds with colleagues. However, sometimes work trips can expose the worst, not only in a co-worker, but in yourself, especially when alcohol is involved. Here are five tips to survive a work mentality of work hard play hard when your co-workers are as lush as they come.
Avoid Camera Footage
Many of us love to take (or be in) photos or videos to document and remember our trips, regardless if they are more professional than personal in nature. However, sometimes pictures and videos can be misread and downright inappropriate, especially when posted to social media. If the latter is going down and you don’t want to end up on World Star Hip Hop, make sure to avoid cameras at all cost.
Don’t Drink With Them
Remember the old adage: Birds of a feather flock together. Well, in this case, you don’t want to heavily associate with the coworker who is always drunk during the trip because when others relay what the drunk coworker did or did not do, you will also be involved in the story and higher-ups might not take so kindly to that.
Don’t Overshare Your Personal Business
When some people get tipsy, they become very talkative and might spill your health, relationship or even financial business to other colleagues. You should, of course, be cordial with your co-workers, but don’t share why you had sex with your boyfriend on your first date or why you don’t have a savings account.
Don’t Engage In Sexual Activity
Traveling often encourages people to relax and drop their guard; combine that with alcohol and its not long before it seems like people are trying to relive their golden years of college. If you happen to be attracted to the coworker who will frequently blame many things on the alcohol, it’s best for you to keep your distance. Aside from the potential health risks, the lush co-worker may be the type to kiss and tell and no one wants to be on the front page of the office gossip newsletter. Plus, things could get really awkward when you have to return to your regular work environment.
Always Remain Professional
Remember why you are on the work trip: to work. Network with other colleagues in your field and explore the city you traveled to, if you can, but uphold professional boundaries between you and the rest of your team, just as you would in the office. The trip is temporary; your professional reputation is forever.
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Sometimes having a happy New Year comes with not-so-happy consequences. There are no instant hangover cures, but stick to these tricks and you can battle most of your symptoms until you’re body’s feeling better.
Before you head out for your New Year’s libations, be sure you know the truth behind these common drinking myths.
It’s summer time, and that means brunching and rooftop cocktails are in full effect Friday-Sunday (at least). While we’re sure you’ve already sipped on your fair share of warm weather staples like Sangria and the ever-quoted Moscato, it’s time to introduce your taste buds to something more sophisticated and new, a la an Eau De Vie. Not sure what that is exactly? Allow us to explain.
An Eau De Vie is an ultra-premium traditional French spirit made with only one exceptional ingredient: 100% French grapes. Unlike Vodka, which by definition must be odorless and flavorless to be classified as such, Eau De Vies retain their natural grape flavor making it appetizingly smooth chilled over ice, or as the perfect base for a mixer of your choice to create a uniquely flavorful cocktail. If just telling you how this unique cosmopolitan spirit will upgrade any drinking experience isn’t enough to convince you, let us show you the difference an Eau De Vie like Rémy Martin V can make during a day or night out on the town. Read the rest of this entry »
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Last week we told y’all about Slate’s detailed explanation of why black folks love cognac, but the truth is that’s not the only liquor we fancy. It’s never a surprise to us when someone of color orders one of beverages.
Black folks love Moscato so much NPR did a report on it. It’s sweet, easy to find, and it’s enjoyed a shout out from rappers from Lil’ Kim to Drake. Even NeNe Leakes started her own brand called Miss Moscato.
My younger brother got married last year and even though I wasn’t exactly thrilled to have new family members, I always played my part as his big sister and tried to remain politely diplomatic from a distance. It wasn’t that they were bad people; it was more of a personality thing. Not to sound like a snob, but they were a little rough around the edges and even though I don’t consider myself high-maintenance, I definitely make the effort to stay fashionably current. Maybe it’s because I reside in the fashion capital of the world – you kind of have to step up your game in order to get the right kind of attention.
My brother’s in-laws hail from Atlantic City but he and his wife remained in Maryland and they bought an amazing house, which they absolutely adore. So of course they couldn’t wait to play host for the holidays and they invited the whole family on both sides to indulge them. I had planned on spending the holidays with my boyfriend’s family but I suddenly found myself single and even though I tried to get out of it, I ended up on the Bolt Bus headed for Greenbelt, MD. It was actually Thanksgiving Day, and I arrived later that evening, exhausted, starving and moody. All I wanted to do was dive into bed. I didn’t have the energy to pretend that I was happy to see everyone or pretend that I enjoyed the food. My sister-in-law’s mother is a notoriously bad cook who relies on canned goods and artificial flavoring and I knew that I would not end the day with a good home cooked meal.
As soon as the door flew open, I was readily embraced and everyone seemed to be a having a jolly good time. There was food everywhere; music blasting and there was liqueur. Lots and lots of liqueur, I had no choice but to jump right in and things got even more chaotic. This was my first bonding session with people that I didn’t know very well and I felt that I needed to try to stay sober and behave myself so they at least have a good impression of who I really am. But that plan went out the window once I downed my third vodka and cranberry. I wasn’t sure if this was an indication of the way the in-laws get down for the holidays but I knew why I was drinking so much. I needed an escape from what I thought was going to be a disastrous affair but even in my drunken haze, I could tell that the feelings being expressed were genuine. I felt guilty for being so judgmental in the beginning and not giving them a chance to show me their true colors.
We spent the next day nursing our much-deserved hangovers and I was able to really connect with everybody as we sat around and shared stories and experiences. I found out that both my sister-in-law’s mother and grandmother were breast cancer survivors and they actually instigated my first mammogram exam this past summer. After a nice long weekend, I hopped on the bus back to New York, and as I looked out the window, I felt grateful. I was thankful for the fact that my brother had married the love of his life and inherited a new family. I was also thankful that I was able to share the wealth and I couldn’t wait for another opportunity to get to see them all again.
Every couple will have their differences—big and small—and while, for the most part, we appreciate one another’s differences, and even try each other’s habits/viewpoints on for size, there is one difference that you just can’t mess with: vices that you don’t share. For the sake of this article, we’ll use alcohol as an example. But the rules apply to almost any vice from smoking to online shopping.