March 31, 2025: Breakfast Beer, Anyone?

In Why We Sleep, Matthew Walker talks about the REM-sleep-disrupting consequences of alcohol. He explains how the quality of your sleep is worsened when you drink. First, he says, alcohol fragments sleep, which will keep you from having a healthy amount of hours of continuous sleep. Second, he says, REM sleep is often suppressed if there’s alcohol in your body. So, you’ll dream less, which is not (and cannot be) a good thing… He also says that, when it comes to sleep and alcohol consumption, abstinence is the best advice he can offer.

And that’s sad news for all of us, isn’t it?

But he does (jokingly) say something interesting right before he concludes the part about alcohol, and I will quote it here:

“The politically incorrect advice I would (of course never) give is this: go to the pub for a drink in the morning. That way, the alcohol will be out of your system before sleep.”

And that’s a little good news, isn’t it?

Breakfast beer, anyone?

October 2, 2024: Stupidity Is Masculine

In Nietzsche’s Human, All Too Human, we read:

The unfeminine. “Stupid as a man,” say the women; “Cowardly as a woman,” say the men. Stupidity in a woman is unfeminine.

Reading this, we immediately grasp the following: that stupidity is a masculine trait. And who is brave enough to disagree? Does this not explain one of the greatest memes ever? “Hold my beer,” the meme says. But it means, “I’m about to do something stupid.”

It’s how men have fun.

Think of your friends now, my man. The manliest is the one who’s willing to unleash his inner stupidity in order to have a good time.

“Let’s do something stupid,” great men say all the time.

The man who’s never willing to make an ass of himself is unmasculine. He is half-man and half-loser. Chances are he doesn’t have a lot of friends.

Any man who has had “guy time” or has used the phrase “out with the boys” instinctively knows this. Stupidity is what fuels the good time men have when they’re at a safe distance from women.

They crack open a cold one, and the good times begin.

July 11, 2024: Last Night’s Headstone

Another unplanned hangover.

This hangover is the headstone of last night’s “Let’s have another round of beer” loop. (And don’t forget the tequila shots.) Imagine three men in their mid-thirties talking about the dos and don’ts of pregnancy over a beer, or two, or three, or that last number that comes before “I lost count how many beers we had.” That’s how ridiculous last night was. If the conversation we had suddenly appeared in a movie, I’d stop watching the movie. You should’ve been there to see us talk like experts, like a bunch of wasted obstetricians. What were we trying to prove? And, most importantly, now that I’m thinking about it, who won? 

Overall, I blame the tequila shots (that I really wanted to drink). But it was a good night nonetheless. It really was. On last night’s headstone, we can boastfully carve the epitaph: “We did what we wanted to do,” i.e., we had another round of beer ad infinitum