Real men drink whatever the hell they like and don't care what anyone thinks.
About a decade ago the oddbins price list had a cartoon of a very sturdily-built man in a pub asking angrily "are you looking at my semillon?!" as he held he held a glass of white wine with incongruous delicacy. "It's a man's drink, I tell you, a man's drink."
Real men drink whatever the hell they like and don't care what anyone thinks.
Of course, and that's what I normally do, hence my fall back drink, cranberry and other juices (with vodka). I'm too old to worry about what other people think about my preferences.