
Originally Posted by
IronBrig4
This is an offshoot of the necroposted thread on drunk driving.
Why do people binge drink? I lived in a college dorm for four years, and three semesters of that were spent as an RA. Most of the residents who got in trouble did so during, after, or in the pursuit of binge drinking.
I just don't understand why people do it. They never drink the GOOD stuff. They invariably choose drinks that give you the worst hangover for the lowest price. A gastronomical equivalent would be stuffing oneself with pork rinds and day-old donuts. Filling? Eventually. Appetizing? Hardly. Unhealthy? Hell yes.
When I drink outside the home, I usually find myself a cigar lounge. Those establishments have good music, leather-bound books, and a somewhat classier clientele. They also don't serve Pabst or Bud Light. I prefer my well-aged scotch, thank you very much. Such an excursion can be pricey, which is why I don't do it very often. In my experience, binge drinkers stagger into dilapidated, tawdry dives every weekend.
I'm currently teaching in South Korea. Most of my coworkers (they're Westerners) love to get themselves trashed at those run-down bars. They typically drink the local soju, which is a disgusting drink. Seriously, it has a chemical aftertaste and is probably better as an industrial cleaner. I've seen them get drunker and drunker until they reach the point of nausea. That's pointless right there, but then they drink MORE. Their drinking doesn't end until sunup, when they stumble out of the bar, get blinded by the sun, and then pass out on the sidewalk.
Meanwhile, me and the few sensible drinkers usually share a bottle of Johnnie Walker. We might get tipsy, but not so inebriated that we can't enjoy some good conversation. We'll come home at about one or two o'clock in the morning, have a good night's sleep, and then be ready to do something productive the next day.
So what's the point in binge drinking? There's no taste to enjoy. Any flavor that mass-produced beer once had is diluted by the constant pounding. They waste the entire evening in a drunken stupor, and they waste the next day hung over. It seems like such a waste of time, money, and potential.