Kiss me, I’m Irate
St. Patrick’s Day is probably one of the most misinterpreted holidays of all time. My last name is McCurdy and I grew up being very proud of my Irish heritage but when this day comes each year I am insulted by the way some people choose to “celebrate” it.
To understand my frustration we first need to look at the actual meaning of the holiday; it is a religious day for spiritual renewal and offering prayer for the missionaries worldwide. It’s not a day for wearing “Kiss me I’m Irish” shirts worn by a bunch of people who aren’t even Irish or drinking because the Irish are a bunch of drunks, which we’re not.
I become furious when people wear shirts with the offensive “Irish yoga” cartoon where there’s a bunch of drunken men passed out in strange positions on my holiday because they believe it’s amusing and an accurate interpretation of the holiday. That may be how some ill-minded people have come to understand the holiday but in all actuality it’s a day spent with family, going to mass, creating and feasting on a great meal and celebrating our heritage.
Today, instead of offending my heritage by not understanding what this spiritual holiday truly means, do some research please.by
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