Hello dear reader(s)!
Today is Saint Patrick’s Day. I don’t celebrate Saint Patrick’s Day. Why would I celebrate someone who made Ireland into a theocracy where nuns threw babies into septic tanks rather than acknowledge that woman might fuck when they’re not married and those babies aren’t evil? Why celebrate that Ireland getting Christianity caused women’s rights to be stomped on for decades?
I love Ireland, don’t get me wrong. I think it is beautiful. I think the people there are pretty awesome. I love how they voted to legalize same-sex marriage over fierce opposition from the church. I love the many Irish accents. I love the traditional Irish music. I love the beer, and some of the food. I love the language. I love all of the history and all of the Celtic and Gaelic influence.
And this is where Saint Patrick actually is a problem for me. He drove the snakes out of Ireland. The snakes were not actual snakes. The snakes were a metaphor for the Pagans. The Celtic and Gaelic influence that Ireland still hangs onto was Pagan. As a Pagan, why should I celebrate that?
So I don’t.
But like Christians celebrating a combination of Yule and Saturnalia, and calling it Christmas, I am going to celebrate on the day for my own reasons. I don’t celebrate Saint Patrick’s Day, the solemn religious holiday that used to be dry until Ireland realized that they could make a serious amount of tourist dollars by allowing the kind of drunken partying that used to only happen in the US, I celebrate St. Paddy’s Day. St. Paddy’s Day, while, yes could be short for Saint Patrick’s Day, isn’t to me. Instead, it is a celebration of Irish culture, art, and a time to eat, drink, and be merry.
Plus, I get to wear my cool green stuff.
Saint Patrick actually was known for a light blue color. The wearing of green didn’t become popular until the movement for an Irish Republic began to take hold. So wearing my green today, is not celebrating Saint Patrick, it is celebrating Éire (Ireland). Éire, incidentally, comes from Ériu, which was the name of a Gaelic goddess, the matron goddess of Ireland, a goddess of the land.
I’m not Irish. Well, I mean, I’m not Irish enough to call myself Irish. I don’t think up to a quarter of my ethnicity being Irish really makes me Irish at all. But I do know that I am absolutely fascinated by Ireland, and by all things Irish. So, I am going to celebrate today, based on that and that alone.
Besides, we need more excuses to celebrate.
Just remind me not to overdo it. Ostara is just days away.
Happy Dia De Los Santo de Paddy, everyone!