This is the first in an occasional series of essays about my experience as a person in recovery. If you came her looking for local news only, scroll up or down and you’ll find it.
When I woke up this morning, rolled over, and checked Twitter to see what fresh hell the previous night had wrought, I was greeted with an ad for White Claw, the malt liquor marketed to white millennials as a “sparkling” alternative to beer.
When I scrolled through the morning’s headlines, a few minutes later, I saw that the New York Times had posted a story headlined “A Vodka for Our Times,” about a new spirit with the on-the-nose name Quarantine Vodka. (Tagline: “A premium spirit that accentuates the precious times we share with others.”)
In my email, there are no fewer than five solicitations for wine-related products or “experiences” marketed to women, including new canned wines to take to my socially-distanced picnic in the park, a list of “self-care essentials” that included a three-pack of wine, and a Groupon offer that will teach me to host my own online wine class.
It’s easy to laugh, in 2020, about people who drank the fizzy malt beverage Zima in the ’90s, and harder to remember how heavily Zima was marketed to young people as a lighter, sparklier alternative to beer — literally, clear beer.
And even while I was writing this, another ad, this one telling me I needed to drink up for the children. “It’s time to sip for your state. Every glass you order or bottle you pick up helps your local wineries, families, and farmers,” the ad for Washington Wines admonished.
I quit drinking in 2015. Since then, I’ve been more aware of alcohol than ever before, and the relentlessness with which it’s marketed to me and every other American consumer.
In a magazine, a recipe for a watermelon punch with Patrón tequila that will really make my next backyard barbecue.
At the grocery store, a giant display for the latest summer beer abomination: Bud Lite Lime, now reimagined as the barely pronounceable “Lime Strawberry-Rita.”
On a billboard, an encouragement: I, a woman who needs to keep her body in swimsuit shape, can have it all — get wasted and stay skinny — by drinking the latest low-carb fizzy concoction, whose alcohol-by-volume is helpfully noted right on the label.
Of course, alcohol isn’t just marketed to women. It’s practically poured down men’s throats, too, by way of ads that insist that real men have a bottle or tumbler of brown liquid perpetually dangling from their hand. And it’s now being marketed for a post-millenial era, when the end to reductive gender labels apparently calls for a new kind of good-time poison. White Claw, for example, has distinguished itself by using what the Washington Post called “post-gender” marketing, targeting ads at young people who just want to “hang” in mixed-gender groups sipping something light and fizzy all day.
Marketing responds to markets. But markets are also created by marketing, in ways we consumers don’t often like to admit. It’s easy to laugh, in 2020, about people who drank the fizzy malt beverage Zima in the ’90s, and harder to remember how heavily Zima was marketed to young people as a lighter, sparklier alternative to beer — literally, clear beer. (It died because even the best marketing campaign can’t cover for a drink that tasted like someone dropped a nine-volt battery into a weak gin and tonic).
Read the rest of this post at Medium.
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2 thoughts on “I Quit Drinking. Suddenly, Alcohol Was Everywhere.”
I can’t wait to read this book. I recently quit myself and listened to the KUOW interview. This aticle about marketing is (as usual) right on. thanks
Hello, this is such an inspiring story. I love your strength and determination.
Thank you for sharing the story, hope many people will be helpful from this story.
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