As a man who graduated from college not too long ago, I view it almost as a moral obligation to be a little bit annoying about beer.
I cherish beer in nearly all its forms, from mass-produced domestic lagers that taste like liquefied bread to hefty stouts and porters that might as well be bread. My phone houses a frankly embarrassing number of poorly taken photos of beers that my male friends and I have sent to one another over the years simply to say, "Hey guys, look: beer."