One of my favorite stories, from my 97 year old grandma, is about how her mother sabotaged her husband's beer. He was an abusive alcoholic and brewed his own beer. One night, he got particularly mean, so she dumped dirty dishwater into his batch of beer. Legend has it, he said it was the best beer he ever brewed. One thing that's fascinating to me is the history of prohibition, and how it came about because women like my great grandma got tired of getting the shit beat out of them by their drunk husbands.