Okay, that's not really why I'm irked. I could list all of the reasons why it doesn't make sense (e.g., these protestants should be wearing orange) or why it's offensive, but when it comes right down to it, I just resent these people drinking it up yesterday at the Edge. They remind me of those kids in grade school who used to call me "p'tato-head."
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Kiss me, I'm shitfaced
I become more and more annoyed each year at St. Pat's day celebrations. Ooh, Irish for a day--what a great reason to get drunk and act like an asshat. After all, that's what being Irish is all about. People are planting bombs in Castlewellan, while the idiots here drink car bombs.
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But this holiday doesn't exist any more for the reasons it was created. It is as divorced from its origins as April Fool's Day, Halloween, and Christmas. We may lump Valentine's, New Years, and Thanksgiving in there, too. I should think you'd recognize that, and be able to put aside enmity and embrace the chance to...be a little different for a day.
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