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purplebuddhaquotes:

“Everyone is lonely, dear. We touch other people only briefly, then we’re alone again. You’ll get used to it in time.”

— David Eddings

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“I hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk.”

— Atticus

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sergle:

another weird thing about beer is that it has weird masculinity connections to it. “ya i’ll get a beer, i don’t want none of them girly drinks” Jimothy, you’re drinking wheat juice with a 5% alcohol content and my mixed, fruity, “girly” drink is 40% alcohol and tastes great

O.KAY *CRACKS KNUCKLES* I AM ABOUT TO GIVE YOU AN EDUCATION


BEER IS TRADITIONALLY A WOMAN’S DRINK, IT IS THE MOST FEMALE OF ALL OF THE DRINKS. FOR THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF YEARS, BEER WAS MADE AT HOME BY WOMEN, TO BE CONSUMED BY WOMEN AND CHILDREN–IT WAS ACTUALLY A SOURCE OF NUTRIENTS FOR MANY HOUSEHOLDS. WOMEN CREATED THE CRAFT OF BEER, AND FOR MOST OF HUMAN HISTORY THAT IS WHO YOU’D BUY IT FROM: MANY WOMEN MADE ADDITIONAL INCOME BY BREWING AND SELLING BEER FROM HOME. IT WASN’T UNTIL THE ERA OF INDUSTRIALIZATION THAT BEER BEGAN TO BE BREWED IN FACTORIES. AND ONCE BEER WAS BEING BREWED ON A LARGE SCALE, IT MADE TO START MARKETING IT TO ALL THE MALE FACTORY WORKERS WHO SUDDENLY HAD EXTRA INCOME. HENCE AN AGGRESSIVE MARKETING CAMPAIGN TO RE-BRAND BEER, A DRINK INTRINSICALLY TIED WITH WOMEN’S HISTORY, AS A ‘MASCULINE’ BEVERAGE. 

EVEN BETTER, FEMALE BREWSTERS WERE THE ORIGINAL WICKED OLD WITCH. THE TROPES WE COMMONLY ASSOCIATE WITH STEREOTYPICAL WITCHES ARE ACTUALLY BASED ON THE TRADITIONAL BREWSTER. CAULDRONS & HOT STEAMING POTIONS = BEER BREWING. THE WITCH’S HAT: BELIEVE IT OR NOT POINTY HATS WERE ACTUALLY WORN BY BREWSTERS WHEN SELLING THEIR PRODUCT AT MARKETS: THE ENORMOUS HEADGEAR HELPED THEM STAND OUT, AND CLEARLY TOLD EVERYONE ‘YO MOTHERFUCKA GET YOUR BEER HERE’. 

CATS AS FAMILIARS: CATS WERE COMMONLY USED TO PREVENT RODENTS FROM GETTING INTO THE WHEAT. EVEN THE BROOMSTICK IS RELATED TO BEER: A BUNDLE OF TWIGS RESEMBLING A BROOM WAS USED AS AD FOR ALEHOUSES

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so basically, beer is the ultimate woman’s and witch’s drink

REBLOG ME

fuck u guys, i didn’t spend 20 min fact checking for 3 notes

ok right links fine

i was probably drunk when i wrote this. best i can remember:

http://brewhoppin.com/2015/10/the-truth-of-women-and-beer-witches/

http://ifmycoastercouldtalk.bangordailynews.com/2015/10/29/events/of-witchcraft-brewsters-and-beer/

http://www.alltheswirl.com/blog/5ayax6j7b7nje35lr4lk48fj3cwlz3

https://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2013/11/women-and-beer-a-4-500-year-history-is-coming-full-circle/281338/

all these whiny bastards complaining about my taste in caps lock. I rewrote it for you:

*Sighs heavily and re-cracks knuckles*

Beer is traditionally a woman’s drink, it is the most female of all of The Drinks. For thousands of years, beer was made at home by women, to be consumed by women and children—it was actually a source of nutrients for many households. Women created the craft of beer, and for most of human history that is who you’d buy it from: many women made additional income by brewing and selling beer from home. It wasn’t until the era of industrialization that beer began to be brewed in factories. And once beer was being brewed on a large scale, it made sense to start marketing it to all the male factory workers who suddenly had extra income. Hence an aggressive marketing campaign to re-brand beer, a drink intrinsically tied with women’s history, as a ‘masculine’ beverage.

final bit:

Even better, female brewters were the original wicked old witch. The tropes we commonly associate with stereotypical witches are actually based on the traditional brewster. Cauldrons & hot steaming potions = beer brewing. The witch’s hat: believe it or not pointy hats were actually worn by brewsters when selling their product at markets: the enormous headgear helped them stand out, and clearly told everyone ‘yo motherfucka get your beer here’.

Cats as familiars: cats were commonly used to prevent rodents from getting into the wheat. Even the broomstick is related to beer: a bundle of twigs resembling a broom was used as advertising for alehouses.

so yeah, beer = witch’s brew. other things to check out:

Fermented low-alcohol beverages being the prime source of safe drinking water, for the whole family, for much of human history.

Beer, women, and the invention of the drinking straw (trivia, the oldest known straw is Sumerian, 5000 years old, made of gold and lapis lazuli. )

Monks horning in on the female-dominated brewing economy, the medieval church persecuting female brewsters

Monks adding hops (and making beer gross) in order to lower their libido (and to avoid the temptation of gay sex)

Dionysus, god of winemaking, and his raving, drunken madwomen followers, the Maenads. 

Or any of a long list of goddesses associated w/ beer. Tenenet, the ancient egyptian  goddess of childbearing & beer brewing. The earliest beer recipe, found in a 3900 year old poem honoring Ninkasi, patron goddess of brewing


And that’s all for now folks. Happy drinking’

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no one ever reblogs this version and i wish they would

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Psychotic Action (go ahead) §embrace your rEAliTy§

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Keys are for locked things

she strikes chord after scale

Opening doors with her eyes closed

She had big beautiful windows

And when she sang

Her voice

Sounded like a door wide open

She would play in just my shirt

Hum honeysuckle

Flirt in F minor

Uppercut myself in my own feelings anytime I hear the slow hurt in the fading echo of a piano ballad

These memories hurt the least when I think of you most

I was graced with a muse I didn’t know what to do with

You had a post it on your wall that said The Only Rule is Work

But your madness had a melody that made my bones move.

So I kissed you as hard as I could to make sure I wasn’t dead

Life since then hasn’t known 6AM song bird before her train arrives

I’ve been making my own music these days

I imagine somewhere

A girl I loved

Immolates herself behind a keyboard

I do the same

Her ruin harmonizes with my breakdown over a blank page

We both get away from the silence

and wherever you might be

I’m somewhere too

Losing myself trying to break free

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