To cork or not to cork

Or, to cork or to screwtop.
   I am among those who hope that screwtops become the rule rather than the exception very soon. Those who decry this recent development are pretentious snobs who are completely incapable of making a serious argument for keeping corks. “Because it’s part of the mystique” or “because the sound of the cork presages the pleasure of the liquid and elicits a frisson of excitement.” (As an aside, it's possible that this ephemeral anticipatory pleasure is similar to the same feeling I get when I hear and see a symphony orchestra tuning up prior to the concert, so I shouldn't dismiss it out of hand.) Although not nonsensical, these flimsy reasons are insufficient to offset the advantages of screwtops. The world is running out of cork; they’re superior to the increasingly common rubber ones; they preserve the wine better; they can be opened more easily; and it’s easier to screw the tops back on to preserve the wine for a couple of days, something which happens rarely in my household.