I don’t need to feel the creeping nastiness of the belittling, objectifying, ridiculing, rejecting, grabbing, groping, saliva-spraying face of sexism, to know that it exists within the beer industry.
I often feel lucky when I’ve sampled great beer. But tonight I feel particularly fortunate.
And an extra vote of thanks goes to the weather, which graced us with the kind of sunshine it usually reserves for Brighton Pride or the last night of the Festival.
Admittedly, within the Venn diagram of identity, the ellipse in which I stand – a butch lesbian mother with a penchant for fine beer – isn’t all that crowded.
There’s a heck of a lot of ‘fuss’ in the beer world…but perhaps it’s justified.