“Work is the curse of the drinking classes” - Oscar Wilde
In South Korea it is the social aspect of their drinking culture that puts the country on a whole new level of consumption. Alcohol has moved beyond an accepted overindulgence into a necessary function within Korean life. A business dinner in Seoul looks much the same as a celebratory drinking session. These men keep their shirts neatly buttoned, ties knotted tight, jackets folded in half over chairs and proceed to completely let themselves go with numerous bottles of beer and soju. On the many weeknights when I've been wandering the city until early hours, buying cheap alcopops in seven elevens, it's easy to lose count of the men, always in pairs, holding hands for balance, staggering from bar to restaurant to bar with little heed toward their working day fast approaching. They look like the walking dead and they do it over and over again. In my eyes, Seoul was populated by eighteen year olds trapped in middle aged bodies and these newly-turned adults were a decade away from learning their lessons on heavy drinking. At first I wondered how South Korea's growing economic strength could continue when these were the citizens thrusting the country forward into a successful monetary future. Then I realised, the impressive work ethic of these people isn't focused on a high standard of pride but on shameful necessity due to their night time distractions. So many men and women work until seven, eight, nine at night but these extensive work hours make sense when you remember that many of them haven't sobered up until early afternoon. I don't care how committed a worker you may be, if you spend your night sleeping off three bottles of soju on a train station bench, you're not doing anything of any worth until at least lunch time.
“People got attached” - Charles Bukowski
I've been to dinner many times with my co-workers and one in particular, a Korean reporter known to me under her Japanese name of Harue, has a peculiar habit when we drink soju. Not only must our glasses always be full but each time we drink, she insists that we toast and when we clink she says 'I like you'. Originally I thought she was tailor making a toast just for me, to bring us close and cement our friendship. Each time was ritualistic; she spoke in the same pitch, with the same intonation and the same nod of her shiny-haired head. Late one night over beef tendon kebabs I asked her what it meant and she said it was her habit every time she drank with others. So it wasn't a performance for my benefit but it was an integral part of our drinking. During these moments, Harue finds it appropriate to express her affection toward me; the walls between us as women hailing from different countries are knocked down and drowned in 20% alcohol. When she pours my soju she holds one hand to her chest, a gesture meaning 'you are in my heart'; while ordering a new bottle she puts an arm around me and calls me Iseul, my Korean name. I am constantly touched by these overtures but part of me wishes that drinking could be removed from how we connect to one another. If I told her I loved a film that she also adored and she embraced me in excitement, I think I would take more from the moment. But its important to remember that the society I am now playing within doesn't work like that and it would be insulting for me to look for affection in ways I personally find meaningful when they are already offering me their love and acceptance. At our first dinner I drank my entire shot in one mouthful and each one of my co-workers' reactions were of such wonder that I realised this was the way to a Korean's heart: one hell of a strong stomach. Sipping or tasting a drink is an entirely satisfactory method of partaking in the festivities but downing with one swallow shows you are there with them, ready for the night and, most importantly, their friend.
“First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you” - F. Scott Fitzgerald
Most of all it's the novelty and availability of alcohol that I appreciate. Methods and places of drinking have become as important as what's in the glass or, as you can see above, the IV. The extent of packaging and beautifying alcohol have been realised in South Korea mainly due to the looseness of social drinking practices. At a popular bar in Seoul, known as Vinyl, drinks are mixed and served in an IV bag which you can enjoy whilst relaxing inside or take with you through the streets. A mere two blocks away is a permanent street vendor who sells very cheap cocktails in plastic cups and, as there is no seating area, the customer is forced to consume on their feet. Coming from a heavy drinking culture, I am accustomed to the violence and destruction that walks hand in hand with such easy overconsumption but here, in a world where public drinking is offered and encouraged, there are little to no problems of this nature. These people can hold their alcohol and if it does get the better of them, they go to sleep where they stand. Considering the lack of alcohol control, this is extremely impressive self control, especially when you consider how easy it is to drink. The following list is an example of locations that supply alcohol to anyone, with no proof of age, who walks in:
newsagents;
train station convenience stores;
unlicensed coffee shops;
bakeries;
stationary outlets;
gift shops in hospitals.
This freedom has allowed anyone to drink any amount of anything they want at any time of day. And if this isn't enough incentive for extensive drinking, alcohol is offered in a shocking variety of sizes and forms. Soju is a basic staple in Korean diets and the regularity of which it is consumed is reflected in the many ways it can be bought (for identifying purposes I will be using the Jinro brand as an example). 360ml bottles are the favourite size for restaurants and they feel misleadingly like coke bottles. Needless to say, one is never enough. For a large family, or very thirsty couple, soju comes in two litre plastic bottles for a mere four dollars. When I saw it on the supermarket shelf I thought it was soft drink; when I showed it to my parents on Skype they thought it was mineral water. Its tricky appearance makes the massive amount of alcohol it holds relatively harmless when the power of human denial is properly utilised. Furthermore, the bottle is just big enough to feel bottomless; after all, we're only pouring single shots. And finally, soju can be bought in the smallest amount possible, that of a popper or children's juice box. This is marketed toward the Korean on the go, hard working, busy and looking for a quick fix. The packaging suggests a different story. Now I'm not saying that Korean parents give their children soju poppers. But am I saying they don't?
“Alcoholism isn't a spectator sport” - Joyce Rebeta-Burditt
South Korea is the first place I've ever visited where peer pressure is absent and general expectation so obvious. Perhaps it's the general pleasure of drinking in large groups, without the thunder of threat overhead, that draws me into late night sessions but I'm not entirely sure the reason doesn't lie in my own psyche. Where alcohol was once a release of my inhibitions it has now become a gateway into foreign affections. These people are hard as nails, quick to touch and often so drunk they can't stand after midnight. But damn can the bastards swim.
Lara may be a boozer but she's also a bruiser, a cruiser and a fan of Schmooz-a-Palooza.
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