I think this could be seen from the other side. There used to be drinks which 'ladies' would not be seen dead quaffing. When I was younger (dim and distant past) I liked a pint of Guinness or bitter ale. It would last me all evening, and I had no time for those silly little poncy glasses with a paper umbrella and a cherry stuck in them, or a bit of Mother's Ruin with half a ton of ice cubes.

However, I used to smile at my companion-of-the-evening's face when I piped up with "A pint of Adnam's please!" Maybe that's why I didn't have many boyfriends!