St. Patrick’s

So far my St. Patrick’s Day has consisted of wearing green, eating corned beef and cabbage, and listening to loud, drunken frat boys on the T in Boston swear loud enough to disturb the nice old lady across the aisle from me.

When my Irish ancestors came to this country they couldn’t get jobs, they were openly hated, and stereotypes about them were rampant. They were a legally oppressed minority group. And today people who aren’t even Irish celebrate by getting drunk and going to parades that keep the newer marginalized groups out?

That makes me wonder. One hundred years from now will drunk, straight, frat boys will be riding public transportation in Boston, drunk to hell, celebrating Stonewall and wearing purple? And who will be kept out of those parades?

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