I’m an Irish American, I have dual citizenship with both the United States and Ireland due to my grandparents both being Irish nationals. And I hate St. Patrick’s Day.
I’ve hated St. Patrick’s Day since middle school. It puts me in a bad mood for the entire day. Usually I avoid wearing green, my favorite color, and don’t go outside much. Because when I do, I see thousands of people wearing neon green clothes with caricatures of leprechauns, "Kiss Me, I’m Irish" pins and drinking — a lot of drinking.
I think it’s fair to say most Americans associate St. Patrick’s Day with alcohol. I think it’s also fair to say most non-Irish Americans couldn’t name much about Irish culture or heritage outside of drinking and the Irish Potato Famine.
A mango lassi purchased at Vimala's overlaid with Snapchat's filter for St. Patrick's Day
From my perspective, St. Patrick’s Day has always been treated as an excuse by people with little to no connection or interest in Irish culture to get blackout drunk starting at 10 a.m. It’s how the holiday, and the culture, has more or less been treated by popular media and pretty much everyone I’ve encountered.
Imagine having whatever ethnicity or cultural heritage you feel attached to relegating to mindless drunkenness. Or the one major event to celebrate where your family comes from be treated as little more than a national joke by the rest of the country.
I’d like to make two concessions. First off, I know that in terms of things that Americans need to address in how they treat other cultures, Irish heritage is pretty low down the list. While it’s true that the Irish used to face real, tangible discrimination in the United States, those days are long since gone and anyone arguing otherwise is arguing in bad faith. The Irish are an “in” group in America, plain and simple.
