Beer. The 12 ounces of pure gold that gives us strength to beat up men twice our size and to ask out women who are 20,000 leagues out of our league, all the while retaining its stature as Satan’s water.
At best, America’s relationship with beer can mildly be described like a dysfunctional marriage that is equal parts shame and desire. We consume what we demonize yet advertise as it like it’s a need no different than water or air.
As a country we annually consume 81.6 liters of beer per person, and we have more breweries than any other nation in the world.