National Post

Bottoms up could mean bigger bottoms
All right, party people, it’s time for a shoot-the-messenger moment: It’s “that time of year” again — you know, the barbecue, the bathing suits, and, of course, the beer (or gin, or wine spritzer, you pick your poison), and it’s time to make everyone feel guilty about their alcohol consumption. At eight months pregnant, this is easy for me; my teetotaller lifestyle, after all, is nutritionally pristine.So, while you reach for a mug of lager, let’s take a closer look at the pleasure — and pain — of alcohol consumption. (Chris Ratcliffe/Bloomberg)