Too err is human. To subscribe to the domain of the hipster-unavoidable.

Recently turning 21 has opened up the world of the state liquor cabinet to me. Living in Washington, a state where the selling of spirits is reserved for liquor stores alone, entering such a domain after being barred for over two decades was a delightfully overwhelming experience. Whether or not it should be reserved for the 21+ crowd is beyond my jurisdiction, however purchasing my own alcohol without using a middle man has made me more appreciative of the selection open to a discerning palate.

My experimentation only reaffirmed what I had know long ago-I prefer Kahlua, or more specifically the drink it helps to make known as a White Russian. Whether or not it has garnered the reputation it has accumulated over the years (perhaps a tip of the hat to The Big Lebowski), I drink it because I find it enjoyable.

While perusing The New York Times, I read an article quoting David Wondrich, the drinks correspondent for Esquire who mentioned that now the drink is "the mark of the hipster." Regardless of whether or not hipster approval of the White Russian will serve to further mark the downfall of the western civilization as an Adbusters article might lead you to believe, I will drink on despite the allegations. Cheers.