Real Men Drink Rosé: There’s No Such Thing As A Chick Drink
Photo by Amy GraecenFolks, summer is upon us. And in the hot season, you’re just naturally going to gravitate toward stuff that’s Best Served Cold… at least wine-wise. Put away the Cabernet. And do not fear Wine That Is Pink for lo, I bring tidings of comfort and joy for Dudes everywhere:
There is not “girl” wine and “boy” wine. You are free! Drink what tastes good to you and do not question your testosterone level over your penchant for what way too many wine writers still refer to as “feminine” wines. Stay tuned for a forthcoming “Beer Drinker’s Guide to the Confusing But Amazing World of Wines that Are Neither White Nor Red” and I will break this down for you even more, but meanwhile, it is time to address one of the last strongholds of Gender Ass-hattery, which oddly enough hangs is shingle here in Oenophiladelphia.
Wine has no gender.
None.
Say it with me: There is no such thing as a “chick drink.” And please do not scream “Appletini” or “pomegranate cosmo” or Midori or Nora Ephron or the Ford Mustang; This is a wine issue and I am confining my remarks to it. (That said, this chick is happy to throw down with anyone on gender, marketing and the avocado, Batman movies or where the crossbar is located on one’s bicycle and why).
This poor old horse has been, to quote my Texan ex-boyfriend’s mother, “rode hard an’ put up wet.” Let’s table (stable?) the whole thing right this minute! Light-bodied, pale-hued, delicate-nosed wines are not “feminine.” Chewy, tannic, saddle-and-cigar wines that are dense and opaque in the glass are not “masculine.” They are, certainly and often markedly, different.
Pizza is different from scrambled eggs, which is different from steak bordelaise, which is different from Miyagis on the half shell with mignonette, which is different from sweet potato fries with smoked paprika salt. Each of which would take a different wine pairing and each of which deserves that wine pairing to be thoughtful.
I am not a purist or a traditionalist about wine—I think affinities are complex and you’d be surprised at what can go with what on what occasion. That’s an opinion, and it might be yours that hot dogs are masculine and tofu is feminine, or that girls drink sweet wine and boys drink dry wine, or whatever. And you know what they say about opinions. Everyone has one. So here’s mine.
As a fanciful, metaphorical descriptive language people might label wines that are lighter, exhibit more floral notes, or are… well, pink, (which is after all a GIRL COLOR. Right?) as “feminine.” Uh. “Masculine” wines, on the other hand, are generally those of heavier body, higher density, more intense tannin structure and notes of hard stuff, like stone and leather and wood. Uh… You want an interesting generalization you can take to the bank? Find 100 wine writers and count how many of them use the terms masculine and feminine in their descriptions. Are more than—um, ZERO—of these writers women? I bet they’re not. Genderization of beverages may indeed be a gender specific trait. Pinkness, florality, “chewy tannins” and “cigar box” are not.
There are some grapes that seem relatively adroit at avoiding being be-gendered by wine-describers (the pinots come to mind). But I recently had a drink with a male friend who literally apologized to me for his preference for off-dry whites. He ordered a Viognier. It was a little too off-dry for me, but it didn’t put me in the mood to weep over Sleepless in Seattle or drive a Mustang.
Now, men are by definition not women, and vice versa. Red wines are not white, and vice versa. And in both categories, and let’s be clear that with over seven thousand known varietals there’s a lot more going on than red and white or light and heavy or flinty and flowery; indeed there are almost infinite variations of character. Male and female not only suggests a binary dichotomy doesn’t really exist, but it is really… well, rather dismissive. Lots of women are flinty and lots of men are flowery. Delicacy and restraint are not gender specific. Brashness and density are not gender specific. I’m a teensy bit concerned that using these terms might even lead to… oh, unsavory and unfortunate stigmatization of perfectly awesome wines because dudes think it undudely to consume them (The Quiche Conundrum).