Britons, famously, love prosecco: we drank 40 million litres of it last year, which was Boris Johnson’s rather circuitous rationale for why it would all be fine, fine, fine after we left the EU. This is all definitively explained, first by its low price, and second by Nigella Lawson’s keen observation that it had such an uptick on her mood that she called it prozacco.
Yet it exacts a price later, when the carbonation, alcohol and sugar – dentistry’s axis of evil – destroy your teeth, variously stripping their enamel, making holes in them and pulling them out of your gums. Dr Mervyn Druian, of the London Centre for Cosmetic Dentistry, warned that women, especially, were putting themselves at risk of a “prosecco smile”, taking the opportunity presented by oral health to underline to the uppity drunk ladies that when you’re not pretty, nobody loves you and then you die, like in a Melanie Martinez song. If I were a young woman, this would only encourage me; but being the bearer of an ex-smoker and Fanta-drinker’s smile, I care about teeth, and proffer six other good reasons to stop drinking it.
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