My dad once told me about a local man when he was a kid who made dandelion wine (I'll have to ask him next time, but I think part of the story is that he was older and paid local kids to gather the dandelions for him).

Still looked like his brain was falling down the stairs when I told him what weeds are. The utility doesn't matter; it's a weed because it proliferates easily on barren, manicured turf, and while you're welcome to feel however you want about the weeds, they're weeds all the same. Not even a spoken argument by him; you could just tell from the follow-up discussion that this is what was going on up there.