The foam of my beer tells the unfinished history of this universe, from Big Bang to self-reflection to the final pop of maximum entropy.
Craft has an economics, and therefore it has an ethics, and those ethics are grounded in the economy of means. So what to make of a craft beer that feels like a triumph of rigmarole over substance?
Sexist beer marketing does not use a set of recognisable aesthetics. It deploys a set of recognisable narratives, and it originates in recognisable contexts. Men owe it to women to learn to read these narratives critically and acknowledge, and seek to change, the context in which they are produced and consumed. This post includes sexual content.