Okay, so not so long ago I had a piece of flair on my Facebook page that said, "The Irish Are Hot." and my sister wrote something on my wall like this,"Rene, why do you have that, you're not even Irish!"
I patiently explained to my dear sister that even though our maiden name is Rosencrantz, we have a Farrington in our ancestry on our mom's side, not to mention that on our dad's side has more scotch than any neighborhood pub.... So, were Scotch-Irish too (which, I just learned on Wikipedia may not bolster my argument http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scotch-Irish_American.) Not that we actually drink the scotch, because we're uptight protestants.
All that doesn't matter, because apart from our ancestry, I wasn't saying I was hot, I was saying "The Irish Are Hot." Hello, has anyone seen Bono lately? Does the man age? And he's out there fighting the good fight, what could be hotter?
I have red hair. I think that's why I've always been drawn to the Irish side of myself. My Irish ancestry may be paltry to some, but it beats deeply in my heart.
That could be why I love St. Patrick's Day so much. Every one's Irish. I don't have to justify my love of cabbage, soda bread or Conan O'Brien. Or why I named my dog Shamus. Or why a little Irish brogue slips out every now and again. (Okay, I still have to justify the brogue to my husband. He hates it, but his last name is Wheaton and you know how reserved those English are.)
So, Happy St. Patrick's Day, whether you're full bloodied or your heart just beats Irish. Today, you're hot!
Now, I have some soda bread to bake.