Irish Fest, Festa, and a bit of Yankee bashing got me thinking: Do we feel like Irishmen or Italians, Cheeseheads or plain ol' Amerikins?
I was talking to a Brit friend about Irish grandmothers, and when I asked her about being Irish in England, she was insulted and said that she was English (even though she's half Irish).
A lesson learned about how the melting pot melts.
My reaction to anti-American sentiment surprises me because I've felt disenfranchised since I was two (and my mass of curly hair became a sand and ant magnet).
Are we defined by nationality or region, looks, profession or lack thereof?
What defines you: Your job, your family, your desires, your roots—what?
If that's too much for a Fun Monday would you ever deny being Irish? To me it's unthinkable (although I was, if you recall, raised Italian).