Women Shotgunning Beers

An appreciation.
We thought brandy was the only safe thing to drink, because, we were told, a bootlegger couldn’t fake the smell and taste of cognac. Usually we wound up in Harlem. Lois Long

We thought brandy was the only safe thing to drink, because, we were told, a bootlegger couldn’t fake the smell and taste of cognac. Usually we wound up in Harlem. 
Lois Long

You were thought to be good at holding your liquor in those days if you could make it to the ladies’ room before throwing up. It was customary to give two dollars to the cabdriver if you threw up in his cab. Lois Long

You were thought to be good at holding your liquor in those days if you could make it to the ladies’ room before throwing up. It was customary to give two dollars to the cabdriver if you threw up in his cab. 
Lois Long

Tomorrow we may die, so let’s get drunk and make love.Lois Long

Tomorrow we may die, so let’s get drunk and make love.
Lois Long

Without courage, our generation is doomed to another decade of political disenfranchisement and shit music. Laurie Penny

Without courage, our generation is doomed to another decade of political disenfranchisement and shit music.
 Laurie Penny

Even so, inured to beauty, who have quaffed  Each hour more deeply than the hour before,  I drink—and live—what has destroyed some men.  Edna St. Vincent Millay

Even so, inured to beauty, who have quaffed  
Each hour more deeply than the hour before,  
I drink—and live—what has destroyed some men.  
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Yet if over hill and hollow Still it is your will to follow, I am off;—to heel, Apollo!  Edna St. Vincent Millay

Yet if over hill and hollow
Still it is your will to follow,
I am off;—to heel, Apollo!  
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,  House without air, I leave you and lock your door.  Wild swans, come over the town, come over  The town again, trailing your legs and crying!Edna St. Vincent Millay

Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,  
House without air, I leave you and lock your door.  
Wild swans, come over the town, come over  
The town again, trailing your legs and crying!
Edna St. Vincent Millay

I screamed, and—lo!—Infinity Came down and settled over me.  Edna St. Vincent Millay

I screamed, and—lo!—Infinity
Came down and settled over me.  
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink  Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain. Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink  
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain.
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Fortunate they  Who, though once only and then but far away,  Have heard her massive sandal set on stone. Edna St. Vincent Milla

Fortunate they  
Who, though once only and then but far away,  
Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.
Edna St. Vincent Milla