DaveP said:
I could be wrong, but I have also heard that studies show that grape juice provides a very similar benefit (compared to wine).
I read Shard's response, so I can believe it. The funny thing though is that all the best grapes are made into wine, and the crappy stuff is what's made into juice. I've been to several vinyards, and I buy grapes in the store all the time. There is no comparison. The size, the taste, the care in growing them, and the fact that most wine grapes are not poisonned with pesticides, etc.
Now, if you were to buy non-dehydrated wine kits, and drink that juice straight, maybe you'd get the best of both worlds
DaveP said:
While I'm at it, I'll throw my opinion in...I'm 22 and have never drank. I am opposed to getting drunk and I don't see much of a point with hanging out with drunk people or spending a lot of money on something that tastes like crap. I've listened to a lot of pro-drinking arguments and can understand and respect social drinking, but I don't have respect for people who get drunk.
Yeah, my Dad's parents were alcoholics, so he was totally against drinking anything, because he associates that with alcoholism, violence, starvation, poverty. There's a vast middle ground that most of us live in, that's quite unlike the imagery I get from your post. Notice your assumption of drinking = drunk.
I can understand not liking the taste of some drinks, but I wouldn't assume that it's representative of the whole. For example, I detest beer. Almost every beer I've ever tried. And I don't like very dry wines. But there are a lot of other wines that I do really like. That's why I make my own wine, so I can make it how I like it. Another good one is a bit of vodka with any of my favorite juices.
Plus, it would be hard to imagine life without the beautiful experience of the home cooked dinner date. Having a girl [or whatever you're into] over, cooking her a nice meal, candle light, some soft trance music in the background, interesting conversation, and of course, a deep red wine. After the meal, moving over to somewhere more comfortable, talking some more, drowning in their eyes, touching, kissing, tasting that fruity aroma on their tongue... Her spilling the wine on the floor, staining the carpet, trying to clean it with OXY, but that stain never really goes away, kicking her out onto the street, "Get lost you klutzy bitch!", damn that red wine, if only I didn't drink alcohol...
