Posted By Kathleen David on March 13, 2004
As we head to St. Patrick’s day, I am seeing more and more advertisement from the beer companies for the holiday. I am of Irish heritage 24/7. I still have 2nd and 3rd cousins in Ireland. I HATE St. Patrick’s day with the fiery passion of a 1000 suns. A long time ago (OK beginning of the century) St. Patrick’s day was the Irish equivalent of Gay Pride Day now. It was started at a time where boarding houses had signed that said no dogs or Irish. Now it seems to me to be an excuse for people to get drunk and not feel bad about it. It has become a manufacturer’s holiday rather than a celebration of Irish pride. Also if I hear one more of those rafferty tafferty accents of someone pretending to be irish, I may do some harm to them.
Am I proud to be Irish? Heck, yea. I am also very proud of my Polish heritage. Chopin was Polish. I lived through the early 80s and all the polish jokes. Most Poles I knew just let that fad wash like water under a bridge. Poles are a very stoic people. I remember one ChattaCon, I was with a diverse group of friends and after some libation we, for some strange reason, started telling ethnic jokes. The rule was that you could only tell a joke that you were part of. I could tell Irish Catholic Polish Female (not blond) jokes. Another friend told jewish german gay jokes and so on. It amazed all of us, I think, as to how many of those stupid jokes we knew. Once it dissolved down to light bulb jokes, we knew that we had a)had enough to drink and b) hit the bottom of the joke telling barrel.