That Friday, I saw the most socially distasteful thing in my life hitherto: Handbags on a bar counter. Handbags.On.A.Bar.Counter! The two counters of the upscale bar in the middle of the city were all occupied by young women in their late 20s. They were perched on the high stools; four of them with a whole bottle of Jack Daniels to themselves.
Last time I checked all whiskies, brands, and gins are named after men, mostly European kings, czars, lords, and mayors of townships. None named after a woman. There is a statement women are making by skipping wine or 'sweetened' alcoholic drinks for much more macho stuff. Something symptomatic of a society thawing towards social anarchy.