I can’t remember ever owning a water bottle as a child.
In fact, I can’t remember ever really…drinking water.
Sure, there were water-adjacent drinks like cordial and milk.
And there was juice. So much bloody juice.
I chugged that stuff down by the gallon because my parents’ generation were told fruit was good for us in any form - even if it was concentrated down to pure sugar.
I can still taste those Golden Pash poppas now.
But somewhere along the line - perhaps because we’d surreptitiously denied ourselves of H20 for the first half of our lives - most millennials became obsessed with being hydrated.
Enter the emotional support water bottle.
Drink bottles are now more than a means of staying hydrated.
They’re a fashion statement.
They’re a prized possession.
They’re a security blanket for meetings, shopping trips and hot girl walks.
I once even had a friend lug her two-litre monstrosities to a bar - a place famous for providing fluids in any form you like - and plonking it right there on the table next to…you guessed it…the jug of water provided at said bar.
And I am convinced that the vessel you use to drink your water says a lot more about you than you probably realise.
My thoughts are final…
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