I drank whatever.

I do, however, have a friend that swore by Miller Lite in a can.

Lucy's! That's it. Thanks!

I worked at a movie theater for years while I was in high school and still will not eat movie theater popcorn, although I do get a rare hankering and make some microwave popcorn.

PBR has been enjoying a renaissance among the hipster set, primarily due to its low price point and identification as a old-school, "genuine" brand.

I was baffled the first time I started seeing PBR as the drink of choice at shows. Oh, hipsters.

At least it's not Natural Ice.

Black Label was our college beer of choice.

Can't find it anymore, which makes me sad.

We drank a lot of Knickerbocker in college. And once had a keg of Milwaukee's Best that had turned. What a nightmare!

Natty Ice was the beer of choice when I was a broke ass college student. Heineken if someone was feeling flush.

When I was in school, it was The Beast-- PBR and Golden Anniversary were associated with the older men who came to the store every day to get a twelvepack.

When I was at Steven Point, it was Point beer. In Madison, it was... damn, wtf was the cheap local beer? It was $5 something for a case! An eight-pack was cheaper than a six-pack of Coke!

Huber, I think....

I was baffled the first time I started seeing PBR as the drink of choice at shows. Oh, hipsters.

Rolling Rock used to be what PBR is now.

So the doesn't drink coffee and likes Moby Dick things are just to keep him for being the Mary-Sue Elect?

For me, Moby Dick just increases his Mary Sue-ness.

I guess anyone who can get through the catalog of whales is bound to have the kind of patience Obama does.

I was baffled the first time I started seeing PBR as the drink of choice at shows. Oh, hipsters.

The hipster bar in my 'hood recently opened a pizza window in/adjacent to it that's open until, like, 4 a.m. Seeing as how my neighborhood is named Northside, the name of the pizza window? Northslice.

Ah, hipsters. Never change. (Because, then who would I mock?)

(Okay, it's fun to drive by and yell out the car window, "NorthSLIIIIIIIIICE!!!!" I seriously don't know why The Boy hasn't kicked me out yet.)

My neighborhood is so cool and so baffling, demographically. Part of it is the genuine, drug-dealing, gang-having 'hood. But the rest of it is hippie-granola-liberals, ffffffabulous gay men, low-key lesbians, working-class black families, and hipsters hipsters hipsters. All over the map; the only unifying factor I can suss out is that I'd bet my neighborhood went about 98% for Obama (and 1% for Bob Barr).

We barely fit in because of my hippie-granola-liberal ideals (though I don't dred my hair or wear patchouli -- seriously, someone needs to tell them to stop it right now), and, one assumes, because of the cross-dresser in the house.