Fairy God Donator Update

As I build upon my spring/summer wardrobe, I've popped into Goodwill a couple of times just to browse (if you go frequently, you have a better chance of finding treasures).

Lets start with these shoes, which I found back in March, when I believe there was still some snow on the ground. After a little patience, they've made their debut. At 4.99, these have been a great find.

In the meantime, I kept an eye out for a belt I could wear with them. The only belt I had was cognac, bordering on orange - not a great fit for these. I'd found a couple of promising selections, including a skinny dark brown Kate Spade belt...and I nearly convinced myself of the investment, but Fairy God Donator came through (as she always does) and last night I found this beauty.

Ok, this isn't EXACTLY the one I found, but it's very close (mine has a tiny silver 'ck' on the leather loop). But it's just as pretty, and it looks BRAND NEW. Not a scratch, not a crease...and $1.99. I'm in love. Who are you FGD?? I like that this is more formal, with a little menswear inspiration compared my lighter belt, which is woven leather.

Next, I was on the lookout for a spring sweater. This picture is small because only the thumbnail remains on the internet; but I found it! Loft is out of these due to their popularity, which is sad because I would go back and pay full price for one in another color now that I have this one. So comfy, 3/4 length sleeves, and very flattering. But for $4.99 I'm glad I have this one in aqua.

My final find has been the find of the year. As far as my wardrobe is concerned they are the VIP: Banana Republic special edition indigo skinny jeans. They even traveled with me through the cloud forest of Ecuador...and they were 5.99. This is another one that isn't available anymore - not that I could afford them new anyway. But even if I could, where would the fun be in that? The chase FGD sends me on to find every new gem is half the fun. The other half is having a high quality wardrobe for pennies on the dollar.

Thanks again, FDG!

I didn't have an instagram-perfect vacation...thank God.

Eric and I recently went to Ecuador for NIU’s spring break. I was going to see my sister for the first time in about 9 months, and I was so excited to spend this week with her, and make memories with her and her SO in addition to more adventures with my favorite guy in the world. A lot had been sacrificed to take this trip; sacrifices that were well worth it, but sacrifices all the same. I worked through Christmas with my family, and Eric and I chose to work rather than spending as much time together over the holiday (guess who has two thumbs and can't wait to move back to Michigan? this girl). Then there was the sacrifice of time that went into planning – a great investment, because there were lots of things I knew we wanted to do and I took it upon myself to research everything to death so I knew all of our options, and so we could benefit from what previous travelers had learned. 

So when we got to our destination, we wanted to take as many pictures as possible. This was the trip of a lifetime and we needed to remember it, and look back on it for years to come. But in a lot of ways, the pictures fell flat. We were there during the rainy season, and so the incredible vistas and death-defying heights we experienced looked dull on my Cannon digital camera despite the breathtaking feeling we got with every bend in the trail. The best example is a small waterfall in Banos that takes this sudden 75ft dip into a whirlpool, which was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen, and which in my pictures looks like a puddle with some vines hanging over it. 

We took a lot of the dreaded "selfies"…all selfies are a little weird, but when you’re on vacation by yourself it’s just necessary in order to capture the moment. Especially in a place where handing a camera or iphone over to a random stranger on the street is pretty much begging for it to get snagged (and that’s as true in NYC or Rome as it is in Quito).
I don’t always photograph particularly well – I’m really more of an in-person gal. And before you jump in with the "you're too critical of pictures" ...no. I can tell when someone photographs well. It's a art. It's ok not to be skilled at something. Anyway, some of these pictures border on unflattering. But here’s the thing…I’m over it. This trip was amazing. The views were incredible. I’m 25 years old, and right now I can’t focus on things like an awkward facial expression, a zit, the haircut I don’t like that much, or bags under my eyes. How can I, when we have the cloud forest, or a volcano in the background?! The age of social media has so many benefits. But one of its drawbacks is upward social comparison. How does everyone else look so good in his or her pictures all the time? Why does she look so glamorous under that waterfall, or on this beach, when all I can see is my bloated gut after eating way too many rice and chicken-filled empanadas? This is such a toxic way of thinking, but you know we all do it. And you know what? Those empanadas were a lot more fun to eat than retaking a bunch of pictures to get the right lighting or the perfect angle. Or waiting for the sun to come out. Know what else? I was too scared during the cable car fiasco ride to even check whether my pictures were any good. You're going to have to take my word for how crazy high up we were, because that shot just doesn't do it justice.  In my daily life I forget to pull out a camera for really meaningful events. I tend to immerse myself in a moment, and I just don't think about capturing it for the future. I usually regret that, so I was on a crusade to document this trip with a vengeance. But if you spend all your time trying to perfect the memories you want to see in the future, you won't focus on making any. 

So despite the feeling I get when I look at the awkward poses, angles, or less than ideal framing (but really, the best lit picture of Eric and I at the Basilica and MY HAND IS BLOCKING MY FACE!?) I’m going to share it all. These photos and these stories in my next couple of posts will be unedited. It was what it was; beautiful, enlightening, life changing, and a HUGE adventure. And the photos are beautiful because they captured the magic of what happened on this trip. In some cases, you may just need to take my word for it.  

Dear Fairy God-Donator...A thank-you note.

I LOVE clothes. As an art form. As a daily necessity. I love them.

There is something about a favorite sweater or pair of jeans that puts a spring in your step in the morning when you're on your way out the door. When you find something flattering, and you see your silhouette for the first time, with your angles and curves lined up just so, with the colors bringing out the right undertones in your skin...it's like you've found the costume perfect to the character you're playing in your life. It's "you".

Because of this, I appreciate those who simply do this the best. Unfortunately...I don't have the money for brands and designers I love. So what is a poor grad student with this sartorial sensitivity to do?

Over the course of my time in grad school, I have become an avid thrifter. Second hand clothing has somewhat of a stigma surrounding it, so I've kept much of my Goodwill habit a secret (...unless you know me well, or you ask where I got something, in which case I get very excited to tell you about it). But a good 75% of my wardrobe is second hand, and that's all thanks to the force of nature I have officially dubbed my "Fairy God-Donator".

Fairy God-Donator (or FGD) started off in my mind as a woman, probably a little older than me, with a great job, exquisite taste and my exact measurements. She is closest to "Madame Chic" in Jennifer Scott's "Lessons from Madame Chic" series, or Marie Kondo (author of "The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up"). She was donating Banana Republic sweaters and denim, J Crew dresses, and leather boots in top condition, in the styles I would have selected, and I was snapping them up like there was no tomorrow. But over the years I've come to realize that she's more of a spiritual being (sort of like the "spirit" of Santa Clause). She is everywhere; at Urban Exchange in Grand Rapids, at Savers in Naperville, at Clothes Mentor in Aurora...leaving little gifts to her grad school style protege when she was finished with them. The "spirit" of my FGD lives in every generous woman who gives her clothes to these stores in the hopes they find a new home with someone who can appreciate them.

So this post is dedicated to my own FGD...and highlights some of the more generous and beautiful pieces she has left behind, just waiting for me to find them.



The Banana Republic Martin fit tweed wool trousers. How did you know I couldn't find a single pair of dress pants that I liked? They are dressy without being glossy and overdone - perfect for the more casual style that hallmarks academia. These would have been a huge investment, and a good one...but thanks to you, they were the price of my Chipotle that day.



The Calvin Klein T-Shirt dress. Its Parisian chic-ness was masked by its wrinkled and dusty appearance at Goodwill...so much so that the woman at the register took pity on me and charged me a dollar for it - thinking it was a forlorn nightgown. Some downy fabric softener and a round in the permanent press cycle turned this into a wardrobe staple.



Remember when we met? So briefly... in the form of a friend who didn't want these Rachel Zoe pants anymore? That was a magical moment. It's almost time to wear these again, and I have plans for them.



And finally, today I found your latest gift; a current season Robin Piccone jumper. It was hanging, so unassumingly with the dresses, but you knew it'd catch my eye right away. It's like you heard me when I said I was looking for a jumper this spring/summer. You saw me last year when I missed out on the Lilly Pulitzer for Target collection, and somehow managed to get this into my hands.

For any woman who is trying to clear her clutter, and feels the least bit guilty about donating something (maybe because you never wore it, maybe because you spent a lot of money on it) this is a message for you. Those donations are appreciated. Good homes are found with new people who will love them dearly. Go be someone's Fairy God-Donator. I know someday when I'm buying my own high end clothing (yes...someday for sure), I will be happy to give them away without reservation when I'm finished. Somewhere, someone will have a moment of pure magic as they happen upon them.

Thoughts on Maturity.

I saw a picture today that inspired me to write a little blog-lette about something I've noticed during grad school. 



This picture is my life. I am completely the person on the right. I'm not even sure it's because I want all of those alarms for one morning, it's just because at this point...I don't know how to clear all the alarms I've set. Pathetic? Yes. Could I figure it out? Well I have a masters degree in psychology. If I couldn't, I would be very concerned.

I just don't feel like it.

There are these moments in my life where something clicks and I never go back to whatever I was doing before. 

My room used to be a mess always, and now it's very organized. All the time, the carpet is vacuumed, the bed is made (what??). I used to pull all nighters in undergrad, and now I'm asleep by 11, even before deadlines. I used to pack a million things to stave off boredom on a trip, now I'm good with an audiobook or a podcast. 

The thing is, I could SEE that I wanted to be how I am now. I just couldn't do it. So I've decided that maturity isn't teachable. I think it's actually something you just have to wait to happen to you. 

So sorry Mom, and everyone else who tears their hair out when I let the gas get below a quarter tank in my car, or I forget (or am too lazy) to take the trash out, or get iPass tickets in the mail, or leave an iPhone screen on. I'll probably get better...(?) I mean, I don't think anyone would have ever guessed I could keep my room clean back in the day. 

But in the meantime, I'm still a too-serious, far away day-dreamer, who sings in the car, and hums in the office, who has a creative mind that rebels against order and analysis even when I can SEE that it's absolutely necessary, has weird phobias and anxieties, very strong opinions, and who gets way too excited about stuff no one else cares about, including this post.

That's that.

Unpopular Opinion: The defense of weddings

At the risk of sounding like a “bad feminist”, I hold a somewhat unpopular opinion that weddings are good, important, and that they should happen. Yes...SHOULD. 

You’re angry already, but hear me out…

I don’t feel the need to defend marriage. Recent strides in marriage equality, starting with the striking of DOMA in 2013, and coming to fruition with the Supreme Court ruling on the matter have demonstrated that most agree that marriage as an institution is worth defending. At least enough to let any sound minded individual, regardless of race, ethnicity, religious background and most importantly sex and gender enter into the union of their own volition with a willing partner.

But despite the vehement support of marriage equality, there appears to be an equal amount of disdain for weddings. 

I see posts with titles like “getting married isn’t an accomplishment” daily– which often argue the perspective that women seem to be celebrated only for their ability to find a husband or have children, rather than many other accomplishments they attain through diligent work. Where is the party for the master’s degree? Where’s the entrepreneur shower, where the expectant job creator is showered with the newest version of quickbooks, or “strengthsfinder 2.0”? I don’t necessarily disagree with this perspective. There is no question that finding a partner is categorically different than sowing the seeds and reaping the benefits of career-related success.

But that being said, weddings, and the traditions surrounding weddings, are still extremely important. Here’s why.

Weddings signify the union of two families.

While the wedding industry is itching to tell you that that the wedding day is about the bride, this is untrue. When you legally bind two people, you are also implicating their respective family members with one another.

People disagree on this, but it is my opinion that your familial relationships are the most important human relationships you can have. They are worth cultivating. Bringing a new person into your life through marriage involves expanding your most important relationships to an entirely new set of people.

Even if you don’t believe that familial relationships are of the upmost importance, there is also the matter of the expansion of your family through children. Not all marriages result in the growth of a family with children, but many of them do. Through adoption or birth, new family members may be added to the current family structure. Those children hold equal parts of their parent’s legacy. When my parents were married, the Asialas and the Wonacotts celebrated together. And years later, I receive support from both of them. I’m proud to look like an Asiala, and I’m grateful for the mentors I have from the Wonacotts. One of my best friends in the world is my cousin on my father’s side. One of my greatest summer job opportunities came from my mother’s sister. In a way, the wedding between my mom and dad was celebrating everything that was to come. It signified that these people cared about one another and cared about their future together, which happened to include me

A Wedding Signifies a New Family...and new leadership responsibilities

Being a familial unit actually comes with its own new responsibilities to other people. 

When my parents were married, they became a unit. That unit was the basis for the support of many other people beside my sister and I. As a unit, they hosted family events, supported other family members in times of need, and gave back to the community they lived in. When they were married, their wedding celebrated a union that touched the lives of many people years later.

A Wedding is a Ritual

And one of the few you may ever get to be a part of. I took an anthropology class during my undergraduate studies, where we read about the earliest discovered burial site. The details of the burial indicated a turning point for the development of our species, because it demonstrated that at that point, the cognitive system was capable of symbolic thought. Symbolic thought was responsible for the intricate way the body was folded in the grave, and how the body was outlined with material for a purely aesthetic purpose. Symbolic thought is also what allows us to use language, make tools, and ultimately achieve massive feats in science, technology, and art. And that’s the same ability that makes the formal dress, candle lighting, singing, and any other wedding tradition meaningful. Rituals are an inherent part of the human experience. If we are lucky, we will get to be a part of them; as a witness or as a participant.

Wedding Traditions Unite People

Individual career related successes, while laudable, are often not shared among many people. While the rest of my family was very proud when I earned my master’s degree, and I received unwavering support from them, the path to that milestone was mostly walked alone. Many of us, in our educations and careers, will not benefit from the wisdom of the people who came before us. Many of us will be trailblazers on an entirely new life journey. But while our marriages will never mirror the people who came before us, the experience of forming a partnership is something that can unite people in a way other experiences cannot. One of my favorite traditions of the wedding shower is the heirloom gift, or the book of advice, or a collective cookbook that all of the guests contributed to. It’s the passing on of support and wisdom from people who have had their own unique experiences with building a family that brings them closer to the bride.

With all this said, let me be clear about what I am NOT defending

The Wedding Industry…
While I posit that weddings are important, I do not thinking spending a lot of money on them is. Rituals are symbolic. The symbols do not need to be expensive. If a family wishes to rent out a ballroom and pay for an open bar, wonderful. If a family choses to celebrate with a picnic on the beach and a bonfire, that’s still a wedding, and that’s beautiful.

Traditions that are exclusionary…

I mentioned earlier that I love traditions like bridal showers. However, I’m aware that many current wedding traditions are arguably sexist, and can exclude potential participants. With the progress we’ve made in marriage equality, it is clearly time for the forming of new traditions that capture the spirit of an egalitarian marriage. 

Bridezilla…

The wedding is not about the Bride. The wedding is not even primarily for the constituents of the union. The wedding is for the families. Therefore, the idea that it’s the “bride’s day”, and that the bride is to be pampered or lavished with attention and gifts to avoid a hissy-fit goes against the spirit of the ritual.

Christian Weddings…

I’m defending ALL weddings. In a church, on a box, with a fox, etc.
Joking aside, all weddings are rituals that unite families and celebrate the future, and that makes them all worthwhile.

Oppressive Ceremonies…

“What’s the different between a tragedy and a comedy? One ends in a funeral and the other ends in a wedding.” – something my history of theater prof actually said once.

You pretty much get two times in your life anyone will ever get up in front of your friends and family and say anything about you. Once is when you get married, and once is when you die. You only get to be around for one of those times. So the person emceeing or presiding over your ritual should say something that is representative of you, that you agree with. The idea that you need to endure someone saying things about YOUR union and YOUR family because they are some kind of authority (religious or otherwise) also goes against the spirit of this ritual and should be avoided.

Well, I’m curious to see what do you think….have I convinced you?

Rum Ham

NIU's spring break was this week. I had originally planned to travel with my best friend/college roommate Liz. But our dreams of warm Arizona sun were dashed, when upon reflection, it was determined that we were wayyyy too financially strapped to be flying across the country…

Oh lake Havasu...It is destined to happen someday. But not today.

Anyway, I was still happy as a clam to be spending my week in my favorite city with my favorite people. Patton Oswalt (one of my heroes!) even came to Grand Rapids for laugh fest, and Eric and I had tickets to his show. Patton Oswalt's hilarious life commentary had sustained us on a number of road trips, and seeing him live was really special.

Where is Patton Oswalt in this picture you may ask?

Funny story. Toward the end of his set, he backed up against a free standing curtain that was serving as a backdrop for the show, and the entire apparatus came crashing to the ground. It was pretty clear he was unscathed when he leapt to his feet and incorporated the accident into about 10 extra minutes of jokes while roadies rushed around clearing beams and sheathes of cloth from the stage floor. He was fantastic - truly a master at work.

Along with seeing great comedians, our friends also found a saturday night to get together and celebrate how much we just enjoy each other's company -- with a dinner party!

This wasn't just any dinner party.

For the longest time, we've all been enormous fans of 'It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia' -- a great comedy about the most terrible people in existence. 

In one episode, the gang goes to the jersey shore for a little r&r. Frank (played by Danny DeVito -- and you don't have to know anything about the show, the man plays himself), decides to make a rum ham. This is a ham soaked in rum so that he can "eat his drinks" on the beach. Ingenious! Naturally, we had to try to make this. But after some internet research, it turns out it's actually a horrible idea the way it's presented in a show. 

Thank God for greek life, several fraternities had tried soaking ham in rum. The result? A repulsive ruined ham and a major waste of rum. Merely soaking the ham in rum doesn't work. We were not discouraged. A few posts down on the thread, someone had posted their interpretation of "rum ham" and this sounded so good, we had to give it a try. 

This internet recipe had no formal units or instruction, but luckily, I made note of the guestimation that went into our delicious result. 

So, special thanks to user "Gravyshanks" (http://imgur.com/a/F8HWX) for this awesome recipe which I will list out below.

Ingredients

6-7 lb pork shoulder roast

2 fifths of bottom-shelf spiced rum

64 oz pineapple juice

2 tbs whole cloves

2 tbs black peppercorns

4 oz blackstrap molasses 

3 cups of light brown sugar

1 1/2 cups of salt

Tools

meat thermometer

meat injector

ridged cast iron griddle

2-3 gallon ziplock bag

Step 1: Brine

In a large saucepan, bring the rum to a rolling boil for 2 minutes (do NOT put your face over that unholy cloud of steam rolling off the surface unless you actually want to be knocked out). 

Add the peppercorns and cloves, boil for another minute.

Reduce heat to a simmer, and stir in molasses. 

In a separate bowl, combine 1 1/2 cups of salt and 1 1/2 cups of light brown sugar. 

Pour the warm rum mixture over the salt and sugar. Add about a cup of water, and stir until the salt and sugar have dissolved. 

Place shoulder roast into the ziplock bag.

Place the roast in the bag into a clean mixing bowl (for stability). 

Pour brine over the roast -- make sure the roast is fully submerged in the brine. 

Press excess air out. 

Refrigerate for 24 hours.

Step 2: Marinate

Remove roast from brine solution, and place in mixing bowl.

Use meat injector in several locations (8-10) to inject brine into the roast. 

Pour pineapple juice over the roast (should be fully submerged). 

Cover and refrigerate for 2 hours.

Step 3: Cook

Remove roast from pineapple juice (at this point, we cut the roast in half to potentially reduce cooking time, as our party was fast approaching, so this left us with two 3 pound roasts - this was a lot more manageable logistically). 

Heat ridged cast iron griddle on a burner (I don't know what the real name for this thing is, so here's a picture). 

Rub the roast with the remaining light brown sugar, and more salt. 

Place the roast on the cast iron skillet to caramelize the outside of the roast (warning: this will cause a giant smoke cloud! If you have a grill, that's probably the ideal way to do this, but we opened some windows at the house was fine). 

Place the skillet with the roast and all, into the oven at 350 degrees and bake for about 4 hours. This part is actually more up to you, we could have baked this for less time, but we were a little worried about food poisoning and waited for an internal temperature of 220 to be safe. And just in case you were wondering whether the over baking dried it out, this thing was falling off the bone when we took it out of the oven. 

We carved it and served with cheesy potatoes, pasta salad, and broccoli salad. 

Our 6.5 pound roast served the 11 people that were over, and was PERFECT. 

Unfortunately for Sunny fans, this deliciousness will NOT give you an edible buzz. But really, who cares? I can't wait to pull this recipe out again.

And if you're really in a party mood, we also combined rum, butter, dried sage, and pineapple juice to make a rum glaze that was also good served over the carved roast (although it tasted considerably alcoholic -- I'd rather drink mine in some Coke). 

how you feel is irrelevant.

I'm going to disclaim this post with the following:

These are my opinions. They aren't based on research that has been published by people who are experts in understanding attitudes or beliefs, or how those things change. This is my blog, and sometimes it features scientifically based assertions. This time it doesn't.

For those of you who don't know, I no longer have a Michigan driver's license. I had to switch (temporarily, of course!) to an Illinois license while I live my grad school life. The change wasn't too painful, although it does involve being reminded of the rules of the road ;) ...thus -- over the last week I've been working diligently through the modules of a driver's safety reminder course.

heeehee, remember these dummies from driver's ed?? Lots of them in these videos. You'd think with all the amazing things today's animators can accomplish, this is still all they will invest in driver's safety videos...

Overall the course was a good refresher. I remembered some stuff about spacing, and what to do in case of emergencies, and blah blah, everything else I haven't thought about since I was taking the test as a 17year old high schooler. I was also made aware of new rules that are IL specific (like the specifics about driving and phone use). Its always good to be reminded about the importance of good driving habits, and the consequences of being distracted by phones, passengers, food, and pets (they're talking about you, Gracie).

The modules were generally clear and logical, with lots of advice and tools for managing distractions, fatigue, and non-driver related aspects of travel (like road rage, road blocks, and emergencies).

There was one module where they failed: the drinking and driving module.

I think we all know that drunk driving is bad. No sane person will ever tell you that drunk driving is good, or even OK. But the problem lies in the definition. What IS drunk driving? If you're reading this, take a minute to think about the last time you went to a bar, and then used your own car to get home. It's an extremely common scenario: your friends want to go to happy hour. Before you know it, you're two in and people are starting to leave to go home. Are you ok? Is that even a relevant question? How can you be sure...

The DUI module went pretty much like this: one page showed you what the medical community (and center for disease control) considers a drink. Another shows you how many drinks you can have in about an hour period before you are considered legally impaired.
The rest of the module was entirely comprised of videos covering the very tragic story of a young man who, under the influence, killed a recent high school graduate in a horrific car accident. These videos were obscenely graphic, and NOT REENACTED. They were real videos. Already this is offensive to me, but I'll lay out a less emotional argument for why this is a terrible way to teach anyone about drinking and driving.

In the first place, the man that caused this life altering tragedy certainly caused it under the influence of alcohol. But to be specific, he caused it under the influence of a lot of alcohol. And cocaine. Already this situation is much different than the average working person after happy hour. Why is this a problem? Well, these sort of videos are meant for shock value. But many will look at this particular driver and situation and think "well, I have one or two, but I don't take other drugs. I'm never as drunk as he was when I drive, so this doesn't apply to me". Already, you've lost part of your audience. Furthermore, you've got a subset of people who aren't going to be easily convinced to change their behavior by being scared and intimidated by graphic videos.
If you really want to scare people, make the perpetrator someone they can relate to. What if the story was "I had a few beers and was feeling fine, but the slower reaction time turned out to be a real problem when I ran a red light...". Those are real situations that happen under the influence of a small amount of alcohol.

The second problem with the module is that it is not empowering. The information is virtually impossible to use in a productive manner for the following reasons:

First of all, the CDC defines a "drink" as 12 ounces of 5% alcohol content (light beer), 8 ounces of malt liquor (about 7%), 5 ounces of wine (about 12%), and 1.5 ounces of liquor (40%).
Excuse me, but when was the last time you watched your bartender pour your rum and coke, let alone check to see how much they're putting in? I can tell you the gin and tonics in DC at the ethiopian restaurant where we were eating had more than a shot of gin. I worked at a bar -- these serving sizes are garbage. But wait! It gets more confusing.

Secondly, everyone metabolizes alcohol differently. Generally, males metabolize alcohol faster than females, and heavier people metabolize alcohol faster than lighter people. But if that's the case, why is the general "average" time to metabolize one "drink" estimated to be 1 hour?? If there are gender and weight differences, should the average metabolism time change based on those factors? This leads me to my second point. How does the CDC reach this average? You can have a range of values from 1-100 and the average could be 50. You could also have a range of values from 40-60 and the average could also be 50. If I'm a light, female woman, it might take me a little longer than an hour to metabolize one drink. But how much longer? 15 minutes? 30? There is no way to tell, because we have no idea how they reached the average.

Finally, we're told to use our best judgement. The limit is .08. What does .08 feel like to you? Oh ..nothing. There is no internal biological limit-reaching point where something registers in your mind. There's no little judgment timer that starts ringing when it's safe to get behind the wheel. It's stupid advice. And since when is how someone "feels" a tried and true indication of internal mental function? We don't study reading comprehension by asking people how they "feel" reading works, that rarely tells us anything relevant to the process. We look at uncontrollable behaviors that have nothing to do with an individual's personal opinions about the process. The whole beautiful mystery of psychology is that people exhibit thought patterns and behaviors they have no idea are going on under the surface of awareness. That goes for reduced reaction time under drug influence too.

So think back to the question I asked earlier, and consider this scenario... It takes 2 drinks for a woman of 130 pounds to surpass the legal limit (in one hour). So 30 minutes after a beer, a woman who may or may not take more than 1 hour to metabolize the 10 ounces she (her bartender) considers 1 drink of wine she thinks has 12% alcohol content (it's 16%), finishes the drink, and gets into her car over the course of another 30 minutes. By this logic, the beer is "gone", and she's at "1 drink", putting her below legally impaired. Having followed all the module's rules, she gets pulled over for having a taillight out. She receives jail time and pays 10,000 dollars. She felt fine.

There are many reasons not to drink and drive. You can cost a person their life or general wellbeing. You can hurt yourself. You can damage property. But we can cause all of these things while texting, eating, applying makeup, and being emotionally distraught or fatigued. We have tips and tools for avoiding those things.
The real reason we should fear drunk driving is that NONE of us have the tools to manage it. We are not empowered to live in a society that condones the necessity of driving home from a bar. Instead, we're encouraged to fear consequences many of us believe will never apply to us.

The only answer is coke at happy hour. Because Driving buzzed is driving drunk. And how you 'feel' is irrelevant.