No, I'm not Irish, and I don't drink (because of medicine I'm taking), so the holiday really has no significance for me, but anyways, it may have significance for others, and I'm hoping the significance is in being Irish, not drinking green beer (not that there's anything wrong with that).
It reminds me of being back in French II class during my senior year of high school. Unfortunately we never changed seats, so I sat next to this racially mixed, loud-mouthed girl who was always playing the race card. One time she asked me if I liked her, I didn't say or do anything, and she took this to mean I didn't like her, and of course she attributed this to her being black, not to the fact that she always talked during class, had a sucky attitude, sucked at French, and I'm pretty sure was talking about the size of her boyfriend's penis a few days before she asked my whether I liked her or not.
Anyway, besides being black, she was also Irish. And on St. Patrick's Day everything about being black and how no one could judge her or understand her because of that was gone, and in its place she wore a "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" t-shirt.
Go figure.
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