I've mentioned a few.... several dozen times my affinity of beer. I'm by no means a beer snob; I have just as much appreciation for el cheapo "light" beers as I do Pacifico, Smithwick's, and the holiest of holies, Guinness.
This exact sign is in my kitchen. For reals.
To a degree, beer has been around me my entire life. And not by me ingesting it (good lord, I'm not that bad). Growing up in an Irish-Polish family in Chicago, between being drunk, we had our stupid moments as well. Sometimes together. Watching the Bears on TV, 4th of July barbecues, Christmas morning (yes, morning), it was always there. "Oh my god that's a terrible thing! Being a child around drunks!"
No, it was never anything like that. Drinking responsibility did occur in my family, even if there were a few bumps in the road; my mother had 2 DUIs before I was 13 years old, my grandfather hit his rock bottom and has now been sober for over 15 years, I goofed in college and had to sit out a week of marching band which was ABSOLUTELY TRAUMATIZING! WE PLAYED BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY THAT GAME!
..... I share that with you as I enjoy a Stella Artois. Shush, you.