Look, do you really care who owns your beer? No. You care about the bubbles, the salt on the rim, and the sound of waves crashing in your imagination. But now you’ve got a party trick: when someone says, “I love Mexican beers,” you can lean in and whisper, “Actually, your Corona is owned by a Belgian-Brazilian company with a New York side hustle.” They’ll either nod admiringly or throw a lime at your head.
Either way, you win. Cheers to that. Now go get another one—it’s 5 o’clock somewhere, and its owner is still counting your money by the barrel.
