Yes, I know what you’re thinking…what do you have against the Irish and drinking (who doesn’t like potatoes and beer)? I also know that you’re probably thinking that St. Patrick’s Day wrapped up two blurry days ago, and why am I harping on it. But that’s precisely it – it bothers me that much, I’m still thinking about it.
If I were Irish St. Patrick’s Day would offend me. Plain and simple. Unless I found myself in a good Irish province celebrating the holy holiday with lost, freckled, good-looking cousins with a rogue, I would be utterly offended by St. Patrick’s Day because I would view it as an overly Americanized, bastardized holiday which exists only to rid the country of its surplus cabbage and help boost the economy by giving underaged college students one day of the year that no bartender would rightfully card them, because who goes out drinking all day on a Monday anyway?
Without further ado:
- Green – Not every one looks good in green, not everyone should wear green and parading around metro areas covered head to toe in green paint makes you neither cool nor Irish.
- Four Leaf Clovers – What an insignificant symbol to represent a a very significant culture. If you’re going to pick a trivial symbol to represent a widely celebrated culture, why not pick something better? Wildabeast? Unicorn? or perhaps, the illustrious Lochness Monster. See last point about Green, but if the two things that my culture was celebrated for was a trivial a color and a myth, I’d be pretty pissed.
- Drinking – I enjoy a good excuse to drink just as much as anyone else, but again, we’re talking about a religious and cultural holiday here, not Spring Break 2008, not the 4th of July – a religious holiday celebrate the life and teachings of St. Patrick, the Patron Saint of Ireland.
- Guinness – I actually really enjoy Guinness. Subsequently, I despise those who only drink the beer on St. Patrick’s Day, as if imbibing a stout beer some how makes them better people.