green with grass envy (Taken with Instagram at Nashville Riverfront)
Whenever I start talking about things like Courtney Stodden and the merits of various mascaras, I want you to remember this.
Deep. My soul is deep.
Bitches Brew: Women Make Gains in the Beer World:
When the women we know belly-up to a bar, they’re more likely to order a pint of beer than a glass of wine or a frilly cocktail. We’re suckers for Surly’s CynicAle and Fulton’s Sweet Child of Vine, both from the rollicking Minneapolis beer-brewing scene. Still, drinking and brewing beer continue to be viewed as primarily male territory.
As it turns out, this split of the sexes is all wrong, says Bitch magazine’s Celena Cipriaso: Women have brewed beer since Babylonian times and female brewers permeate world folklore. Historian Alan D. Eames reinforces the depths of women’s claims on beer, explaining, “From its very inception some 8,000 years ago, every ancient society’s beer-creation myth tells the same story: The drink was a gift from a female deity to the women of that community.”
I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again. The day felt like a birthday, our first, and we ourselves were the gifts, to be opened again and again.
She said maybe she was still growing, and we pressed our legs against each other’s legs, and these, too, were radically different sizes, and our curiosity was blossoming like a rose, we wanted to know, we really wanted to know, all the unknowable things about each other, and how we were the same and how we were different, if we even were, maybe nobody is.
We wanted to strike lighting in dark waters, to see, if only for a second, the entire world that lives down there, the ten million species in amazing colors and patterns; show us life, now.
- Miranda July is fantastic.