Wednesday, February 17, 2016

but you ain't bonafide

There is no virtue in rejection.

I'm the kind of fellow who genuinely enjoys drinking. Sure, we aspire to be connoisseurs (whatever that means) and to feel like we're adequately appreciating a bottle that someone has poured their heart and soul into (again, whatever that means), but in the end, if we're really being honest with ourselves, we just like to drink. There's nothing wrong with that - it's not alcoholism - but I just like getting tipsy. Occasionally drunk. Never enough to be sick, but enough to be a more fun version of me. A boozy DF is the best DF.

I've had this conversation many times with IESE friends. About how fussiness in wine kills all sense of enjoyment and pleasure. For fuck's sake, stop worrying about how you look, how you're supposed to hold a glass, how you're supposed to taste, how you're supposed to talk about wine. What happened to just drinking the goddamn glass and enjoying yourself? What happened to the first function of wine, which is to bring people together, make conversation flow, and ultimately, to get you laid? I blame wine hipsters and wannabes. And Obama. If there's anything that I've accomplished with the IESE Wine & Spirits Club, if there's anything good to come out of all that boozing, it's this - that my friends, previously wine-drinkers or not, have the confidence to drink and enjoy wine on their own terms, without all the bullshit that's infected this beautiful, beautiful drink.

This is a cool bottle. Me and Shuji (travel buddies for life) spent Christmas of 2014 in Lisbon, and to thank our hosts, we picked up this bottle of 1983 Kopke Colheita Port when we visited the house in Oporto. I drink a lot of port, which gave me the illusion that I understood it. In its natural context - in Portugal, with a Portuguese family - I learned how port is really drunk. As a digestivo, and only in small amounts. And so with these new experiences, your perspective broadens, and you bring something back home with you that furthers your understanding.

But let's be clear - there is no virtue in rejection. I got another rejection today, from a very large multinational consumer goods company. A very nice rejection, mind you. They had the courtesy to call me over the phone and share some specific feedback about my interview. But a rejection, nevertheless. I really wanted this job, but apparently, I gave canned answers and came across as, in her words, fake. There goes my shot at returning to Europe. I refuse to accept that rejection is a necessary step on this path, that there is something to be gleaned from all this - that everyone has to go through it, or any other bullshit cliché. Interviews are such superficial ways to understand a person. Do we still seriously believe that we don't all game interviews, that we prepare for the same behavioural type questions and rehearse juiced up answers over and over again? What is there to be learned from that? What takeaway do we get from a rejection from this type of process? I'm just incredibly frustrated right now. But I'm sick and tired of hearing that all this is necessary. There is no fucking virtue in rejection.

The wine is nice though. The wino drinking it? Apparently not so bonafide.