I had to think about it before I got it. Gosh, I remember when I was a hardcore (24/7 drunk) alky and that was how I drank. There had to be so much sugar in my OJ that I was killing myself almost as much from that as from the booze.
As opposed to Angelica, who is clearly a traumatized Rugrat, who is dealing with her little brother's death by imagining the adventures that he would have had with the neighbor's (also imaginary) kids, Chucky, Phil, and Lil
And nobody will judge you for getting blitzed at brunch on mimosas!
However, I have learned that if you go to a cross-dress club (I actually really don’t know what the place was, or how to describe it, but it was like cabaret, I guess, with cross-dressers. Fucking blast!) and get blitzed on dollar mimosas -in the evening-, they will absolutely judge you :)