Bottoms Up Down Under

I love a delicious beer even more than I love wearing a nice pair of strappy heels. Until a recent vacation in Australia, I never really felt like my love for beer was any more unusual than my penchant for strappy shoes. 

My family uses our Irish ancestry as a ready excuse to be zealous about our beer drinking. In fact, while my home-brewing dad discourages me from changing my car engine oil (why would I want to get my hands dirty?), he has encouraged my hearty drinking of good beer. So it never occurred to me that my beer drinking might actually be a challenge to my womanhood (oh, yes, I am a woman).

I know beer has traditionally been associated with men and manly things, like cavernous rooms with overstuffed black leather couches, big screen TV’s, and lots of corn chips and yelling. But I thought we had evolved to a beer drinking that could be done out in the open, by both men and women, while having real meals