What the fuck is an Irish Italian bar?
Guinness bolognaise?
Four leaf cheese pizza?
I must admit, I’m one of those people who gets the absolute shits when I hear American’s say they’re “Irish American” just because their great, great, great, great, great Grandfather once ate a spud in Dublin.
I get particularly annoyed when they try and claim St Patrick’s day has some deep cultural meaning to them when we all know they just want an excuse to get pissed like the rest of the World.
But then nothing gets under my skin than hearing someone blame their [tenuous] heritage for their bad behaviour like this stupid bitch from the Real Housewives of New Jersey.
Jesus, I have an Italian Mother and an English Father and yet I don’t demand I get time off because it’s my Saints Day’s birthday or something.
I am sure that the people who make a very big deal of their very small mulitcultural heritage do it because it makes them feel ‘special’ against the masses … which is quite interesting given in many other walks of life, the ‘pure’ are more highly regarded than the mutts.
Don’t get me wrong, I am very proud of my dual heritage, but because I grew up in England, I feel a much closer connection to Blighty culture than Italian [as my dress sense proves] so whilst I think everyone should embrace their roots, I believe there’s a point where the ‘link’ is no longer worthy of being articulated because apart from it making you look a twat, it keeps grudges and conflicts alive and we could all do without that.
And no, I don’t know how I went from a crappy restaurant in Singapore to this either …