Let's drink to a time when women can work without being pestered
There's gender politics in the uisce beatha. Few things in this world escape the oily touch of gender politics - not even our precious booze.
From the manly pint of Guinness to the ladylike bottle of West Coast Cooler, marketing firms have yet to fully retract their tentacles from our brands.
But of all drinks, whiskey is one that still struggles to free itself from the suffocating quicksand of masculinity.
In the post-war era, it came to be entwined with notions of manliness, a fact that hasn't served the diversity of the whiskey scene well.
It was a thought that came to mind when reading a blog post by whiskey bonder Louise McGuane about her time working as a brand ambassador for global spirits firms.
It makes for grim reading as she recounts several instances of harassment, including one bizarre 'Carry On'-style incident, with a sales rep in a bathrobe appearing at her second-storey hotel window, clawing at the glass like one of the vampires in 'Salem's Lot'.
Awful as the stories are, the saddest part is her admission that making a complaint about these people would have hurt her career. So she did what many women did, - and simply put up with it.
Her post was actually written to celebrate the fact that she has just hired a new ambassador for her Chapel Gate whiskey brand (bringing her staff number to two, including herself).
She expressed the sincere hope that the world - and the whiskey scene - is a considerably better place now and that her employee won't have to navigate the obstacle course of sexual harassment that she had to.
And besides, one would hope that the omens for her whiskey are good, given that her ambassador is named after St Blaise - the patron saint of maladies of the throat.
Time to Google 'womanifesto'
One person experiencing bad omens is the engineer at Google who wrote a lengthy screed that was ostensibly about why men are better than women. He went into a lot more detail than that and used a lot of big words and sentences, but ultimately his message about women in tech was the same as Ron Burgundy's news team when they heard there was going to be a woman reading the news: "It's anchorman, not anchor lady."
The man who wrote the manifesto - it's always a man, which is why it's not called a womanifesto - has fallen back on that classic excuse of wanting to "open an honest discussion" about "left-leaning bias". Sadly, it seems like he will be the one left leaning, as he has been fired and will spend some time thinking about how superior he is while signing on.
Danny's found a pot of gold
You know who has no gender? The faerie folk. They are mercifully free from genitalia and thus have much more time to spend on lengthy excavation projects that undermine local infrastructure.
It was pleasing to see that John B Keane character made flesh, Danny Healy-Rae, speaking out about the gentle folk and how they are causing subsidence in a Kerry road.
Previously known for thinking Noah's Ark was an actual thing that happened or that a big dinner affects your driving in the same way as a pint or two, you can't but feel that maybe everything he says is a gloriously postmodern prank.
However, given that his firm has been paid more than €8m in State contracts, someone has to be laughing all the way to the bank with their pot of gold.
A time to gaze at the heavens
From the faerie folk to the gods; the Perseid meteor shower is due to light up the skies this weekend. As we spend more and more time staring down at our phones - even while driving - it is good to sometimes look up and be amazed at the wonders of space - or just to look up so you don't rear-end a schoolbus.
On Friday and Saturday night, the shower will peak. It is worth looking up and remembering that human beings and our galaxy have about 97pc of the same kind of atoms; we are mostly stars.
As the meteors skim across our atmosphere and disappear in a blaze of glory, take a moment to think about how futile it is to live on this little planet with meaningless divisions like race, gender or religion, as one day we too will burn out. And if it gets too cold while you're out there stargazing and musing about the future of humanity, you can always warm up with a drop of whiskey.