Decatur has its own everything. Its own downtown square. Its own music venue that launched the Indigo Girls and John Mayer before anyone outside Georgia cared. Restaurants that don't need Atlanta's name attached to fill a Saturday reservation. A farmers market, a glassblowing studio, a beer bar with a list that reads like a dissertation. It's a city that figured out how to be itself without trying, and the women who live there tend to operate the same way.