St. Patrick’s Day is always kind of a weird day for me. I am Irish on my mother’s side but she hates the Irish part because it comes from her father who was Irish in a way that did not include any of the folksy gig dancing, but did include all the belligerent alcoholism.
So every March 17, I always feel kind of like I should be vaguely interested in the festivities because it’s the closest thing a chick like me has to an ethnic celebration, but then I feel put off because my connection to it springs from an drunken lout. And of course, most of the St. Patrick’s Day activities are focused on drinking.
You know, for such a useless holiday (we don’t even get a day off!), it does manage to leave me with quite the moral quandary. Bah!