Happy St. Paddy's Day to you all. Now, that I've gotten that out of the way, as a first generation Irish woman, I've got a gripe.
First off, I have no idea who Erin is or why she'd want to go braless, so please stop asking me. Also, no I don't have to wear green today, see if you can't tell I'm Irish by looking at me, wearing green won't help.
Recently, the Italian's were in the news up in arms over the portrayal of Italian Americans on the "Jersey Shore". They felt that they were being portrayed as brainless guidos, in search of a tan and a buff body. Let me tell you something, the Irish wish we had that to complain about.
First off, none of us tan. Yeah, yeah I know all about the "black Irish" and I don't buy it. If you're really Irish, then you don't tan, period. First degree burns, yes deep dark color that isin't red, NO.
Secondly, we'd love to have a buff body, but with all the children the Irish families pump out, women's bodies are shot and since you can't drag the men away from the pub to eat their dinner, they damn sure aren't going to any gym.
If you remember years back, the Italians also complained about the "Sopranos". They said that it made Italians look like they were all in organized crime. Again, the Irish wish they had these problems.
Look, at least they're being put on TV, when was the last time you saw and Irish family on TV? "All in the Family?" I think one of them was Polish, so I'm not sure if that counts or even if they were Irish.
Oh no, not us no tv shows for us, all we get are lame jokes about how much we drink all day. So, while I sip my iced tea while eating my grilled chicken and brown rice I ask you please to spare a kind thought for your Irish friends.
Top O' the Day to you all.
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