I have loved beer from an early age. And I am not suggesting that beer comes first in my marriage, but there are times (and I am certain that my husband would agree) when I would rather hold my beer than him.
1) My beer can't talk. Oh, it says plenty, but it only says what I want to hear. I am a woman of few needs and there are just times when all I need to hear are the soothing sounds of a bubbling beer (OMG, I actually found beer sounds!) waiting to consumed. I love to talk with my husband and listen to his funny tales of the wonderful world of computer software, but my beer makes me feel good without saying a word.
2) If I make beer instead dinner, my husband might not appreciate that as much as my beer does. I understand that he comes home hungry and after a long day, he needs to eat and relax. But I too, have hard days and when I put the kids to bed, I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor. I don't hear my beer complaining about the laundry not being done or the dishes that have been in the sink for a few days. It simply sits there, waiting to quench my thirst.
3) Last, but not least, I am whether my beer is freshly brewedor a Pabst in a can, I do not judge my beer and my beer does not judge me. Unshowered, unshaven, unkempt, my beer loves me just the way that I am. No judgmental glances or questions about being in the same clothes as yesterday - my beer stays cool, quiet and delicious.