I don't know... I noticed the different effects of alcohol on my personality before I knew how they were "supposed" to make me feel.

I agree completely. Similar to indica vs. sativa types of weed that either make you want to lay introspectively on the couch all night or get up and laugh and party at the club, it's naive at best to think that different types of booze have identical effects.

Sure. Same way foods affect the body differently, why wouldn't different types of alcohol? Alcohol with sugar and caffeine in it will likely give you different energy than beer with heavy carbs. I know some ladies that you don't give whiskey or rye to. Otherwise, the night is over. It can't be just about perception.

There have been strides to show that aggression can stem from the WGA proteins in grain which are most prevalent in Beer and Whiskey while very minimal if not completely absent in quality tequila and rum.

Originally I got to the page I'm referencing while doing a quick search for the graphs at the end of this post, intending to write the text myself, but after looking through the text I feel that a couple of direct quotes will do the same job just as well, so here are the relevant bits.

Someone trying to convince me of this is going to have an extremely hard time when it comes to the way that I feel after drinking a bottle of petite syrah (750 mL @ 13-15% ABV) vs. 2 vodka martinis (approx. 300 mL @ 40% ABV). Red wine makes me lethargic, it's a heavier, sleepier drunk. Come on, now, is anyone really…

I've always understood tolerance as two things: how quickly your enzymes can break down alcohol, and then behavioral (how much you're used to being drunk). As far as the biological part, I *think* it works like everything else in your body, the less you use it, the weaker it gets. Tolerance lasting for life doesn't…

Uh-huh. You know you're here on the Internet right now, right? Kinda hard to claim the high ground when you're doing the exact same fucking thing as me.

Get a life, says the guy who fucking lived to tear down a fresh new writer every Saturday. It's funny that you really do believe your own bullshit.

Oh BonMorte, you lying sack of shit. We've talked at least a half dozen times on the essays and you know who I am. You were chearing me on when I came to your defense on principle the first time Max gave you a warning. Taylor absolutely did ban you on this post right here:http://gawker.com/to-california-…

Aw, don't go deflating my rage-boner by appealing to my reasonableness, THIS IS NO TIME FOR REASON.

Maybe just say, "No, thank you," without explaining why unless asked. It will save you and everyone else a lot of aggravation.

This was a brutal and much deserved takedown of Dayna's post. Absolutely glorious. As a longtime resident of downtown Detroit who works in Foxtown, I shudder everytime one of these ruin porn articles makes the front page because the inevitable onslaught of assholes who don't live here and have never been here is sure…

No one has mentioned the vital role Hooters plays as "That place guys in male-dominated fields can insist on going to for lunch to make clear to their one female co-worker she isn't welcome without going to an actual strip club they can't put on their expense account".

It's definitely the pretend to like you thing. Hooters realized they could take The Girlfriend Experience and turn it from sex into bad beer, bad wings, and a few hours of pretending you aren't so lonely, so lonely oh GOD O GOD SO DESPERATELY LONELY.