I know that it’s belated, but I did want to wish you readers a happy St. Patrick’s Day!
I don’t have anything against the holiday per se. I very much enjoy pounding corned beef and cabbage. I love spending time with family. My paternal grandmother’s birthday often times fell on St. Patrick’s Day. BUT, I had the great displeasure of spending this past St. Patrick’s Day weekend Continue reading
I am an Irish American. My name is Eamonn, and this is no exaggeration, every week of my adult life I have to correct someone on the pronunciation of my name (or I just ignore the mispronunciation). As we approach March 17th I have come to the conclusion that I don’t actually like St. Patrick’s Day.
Don’t get me wrong. I like to get wasted just as much as the next guy (actually, I’m and old man (26) and I can’t handle getting wasted anymore), but I feel like St. Patrick’s Day is completely devoid of Irish culture. It’s just a bunch of drunk people. A bunch of drunk people that don’t know who Oscar Wylde, James Joyce or Continue reading
the self-hating hipster 