Actually, if you are the wife or girlfriend of such a fellow, you may be even more aware of this absence of funk than your man is.
Beer simply offers a sparkling amber veil with which to mask the real problem.
The early years of a man's life are rightfully devoid of such clever disguises. In junior high, for example, when a young man might first experience an instinctive inclination toward creative movement, the combined forces of peer pressure and the deep dark fear that his fly might be down conspire to keep him safely anchored to the wall. While young ladies of similar age may find this terribly disappointing, the world is actually a much safer place for it. As the high school years unfold, that very same group mentality, which kept everyone glued to the wall only a few years before, leads small bands of hormonally altered young fellows to the center of the floor where they stomp and gyrate with all the choreography of a tribe of baboons. Thankfully, most young women are wise enough to steer clear of such primitive posturing and, consequently, all parties remain better off for this separation.