1. You drank PBR before it was cool.
As a toddler growing up in Wisconsin, Pabst Blue Ribbon was probably the first beer you tasted as your Grandpa slipped you a sip under the Sheepshead table and then laughed as your face wrinkled up like curdling cheese. Before hipsters began plastering PBR logos on $30 faux-vintage t-shirts, and before anyone outside of Cheeseland even knew what it was, PBR was a Wisconsinite’s rite of passage. Once you were able to tolerate drinking a can of the bubbly, rusty nail water, that sort of tastes like ham, you became a real man/woman.