This article is an unavoidable philosophical rebuttal, inspired by reading Edward Slingerland's razor-sharp analysis "The dangers of a sober society" . As someone who has crossed his academic inclination (software engineering, online marketing) with empirical field research behind the bar counter for a quarter of a century, I not only have to agree with Slingerland's thesis - I have to bear witness to it on a daily basis and add an observation from the new world.
Slingerland provides the scientific justification: What is widely condemned as a toxic vice is actually a fundamental, social feature of human civilization. The real danger of our modern world lies not in moderate intoxication, but in the unthinking worship of sterile, relentless sobriety. A trend that runs strikingly parallel to the emergence of a generation struggling to cope with the fundamental disorder of life and workaday life. When every second email becomes an emotional ordeal and requires an immediate appointment with a therapist, it is imperative to question the attitude of an entire generation.
The fundamental basis of consensus: the elegant trick of authenticity
Slingerland's reference to the Roman Historian Tacitus is an intellectual confirmation. The Germanic tribes made their most important decisions in a state of intoxication, because: "They deliberate when they have no power to dissemble." Sobriety is the highest form of pretense. It is the prerequisite for the hyper-optimized, cautious rhetoric that we celebrate today as "professionalism" but secretly expose as a social lie. Or put more simply: the essence of countless LinkedIn bios.
One could make the heretical claim that the entire business world would operate more efficiently if all contracts to would be signed after the second glass of wine - or after the fifth, depending on how seriously you take truthfulness. Then we would have honesty as standard instead of laboriously searching for it in 50-page protocols. A good bartender knows that true feelings and real life wisdom are only expressed when the filter function of the mind takes an elegant break. The sober version is merely the controlled PR draft.
In vino veritas is therefore more than just a Latin quote. It is a guide to building trust. The ancient Greeks despised the sober-minded as cold-blooded and calculating - because only those who expose themselves allow for the necessary human imperfection.
They give advice when they have no power to pretend.
The cognitive retreat: when overcontrol paralyzes the soul
As someone with a background in analytical systems (software engineering), I know that a system that is too perfectly optimized is incapable of innovation. It merely reproduces defined patterns. The gentle damping of the frontal lobe by ethanol is precisely the necessary systemic trick that triggers the creative exception.
The inhibition threshold doesn't just keep us from embarrassment - it keeps us from genius. The real breakthroughs often require a willful leap over the cliff of convention. No doubt it would be presumptuous to attribute every milestone achievement to elevated blood alcohol levels. But the field of unproven hypotheses is seductively large.
The greatest ideas rarely emerge in an efficient, dry meeting, but often in the late hours when the internal censorship software is briefly switched to standby. The frenzy is the necessary inefficiency, the human chaos that saves us from the sterile dictatorship of logic.
The demand to always act in a completely rational and absolutely controlled manner is not only inhumane, but a direct path to cognitive numbness. People become intoxicated by the illusion of perfect control and thus eliminate the ability to deal with the inevitable chaos.
The myth of sober authenticity: the greatest deception
An inevitable objection in this debate always comes from the faction that lives in the happy - and mostly unthinking - assumption that they are completely authentic even without this toxic help. They claim that alcohol not only distorts reality, but also the true self.
Here we must intervene with the full intellectual force of the bartender. Reality is a distortion. It is the sum of social expectations, professional masks and the pathological fear of being seen as unprofessional in the public sphere. Anyone who claims to be 100 % authentic at all times and in every setting is really saying: "I have perfected the art of perfect self-control to such an extent that my controlled façade now passes for the real me."
The greatest illusion of sober authenticity is that it does not require relaxation. It implies that the brain can deliver the same performance and character output around the clock. In gastronomy, we know that: If you don't have to take off a mask, you wear it so tightly that you no longer feel it yourself.
What the intoxication distorts is not the true self, but the elaborate, energy-sapping filter bubble that we have laboriously built between ourselves and the world. When this filter fails for an evening, it is not evil that emerges, but often the careless, playful, honest and, above all, fallible self. And civilization has learned over millennia to classify this fallible, unburdened self as more trustworthy than the tireless, inhuman rationality of the constantly controlled. The rejection of intoxication is often only the fear of one's own uncontrolled fallibility.
The dark elegance: responsibility and the failure of the valve
The stylization of intoxication as a feature of civilization requires an indispensable clarification, because true differentiation is the standard of intellectual respectability. We are not talking here about self-destruction or pathological consumption that takes control of life.
Alcohol - or any other cognitive outlet - is a tool. And like any powerful tool, it can be abused. Those whose outlet is permanently open or broken deserve our serious attention and concern.
The existential tragedy of abuse lies precisely in the fact that the people affected seek the healing function of intoxication - the short-term relief, the social cement - so urgently and uncontrollably that they paradoxically destroy their capacity for humanity in the process. It is the failure of the cultural tool in the face of personal hardship.
However, their plight is not an argument for condemning the entire social mechanism that has ensured consensus and creativity for thousands of years. After all, you don't close highways just because some people ignore the speed limit. Instead of demonizing the liquid substrate of culture in general, we need to take the individual causes of this failure seriously and support those who are stuck in the chaos of overconsumption. The necessary concern for these people must never become the intellectual basis for rejecting a catalyst that is important to civilization.
The fragility of the sober: the cement of common error
The sober society tends towards hyper-individualization and the pathological avoidance of any friction. The trend towards complete abstinence coincides with the tendency towards social and professional fragility. The generation that rejects alcohol as "toxic" also seems to be the one that reacts most sensitively to toxic, i.e. normal, stress in working life.
We have created a young cohort that is well trained to avoid all external risks but has lost all resilience to internal stress. They are like software that only works in the sandbox. They have been deprived of the most important social tool: Common, flawed humanity.
The buzz, the bar, the shared pleasure - this is the place that elegantly tears down these ego walls. It connects the manager and the intern through a shared, slight imperfection. Intoxication acts as a brief, chemical truce with their own and their neighbor's paranoia.
What happens if we eliminate this social reset button? We end up with a society that is infinitely bitter and unforgiving because it eternally records every mistake in the clear, digital memory of sobriety. Intoxication allows for forgetting and therefore forgiveness - the ability to carry on the next day without having to remember every petty meanness stifled sober. The inability to strain is perhaps only the logical consequence of the inability to make mistakes.
Cheers to the liquid substrate of culture
Here's to humanity! May it never become so rational that it is unable to bear the burdens of imperfect life.