Saint Day of Paddy’s

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!

 

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Author: Josh Wrenn

Cancer survivor, wanna-be artist, musician, author, and all around good guy.

27 thoughts on “Saint Day of Paddy’s”

  1. I’m going to take the time to recommend a series of books, bought to my attention by a real- life Druid I used to work with in a somewhat indirect capacity. The book(s) are titled, ‘The Iron Druid Chronicles’. They are somewhat mythic and fantastic, with plenty of the ancient Irish gods making appearances throughout. I’m not embarressed to say I’ve read this series of eight books twice and am seriously considering going in for a third go-’round. If you do check them out Josh, let me know what you think?
    Happy Saint Day of Paddy’s!

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      1. yes, I’m convinced I need another reading of these books. They are that good, centering as they do around the exploits of a 2,100 year-old Druid and his faithful canine companion, Oberon, a 150 lb Irish Wolfhound with a penchant for movies and exotic cuisine. Atticus (the Druid) teaches him to speak via mental connection and well…. you’ll see…

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  2. Our family celebrates Irish Heritage Day today. My paternal grandfather was an Irish immigrant, my paternal grandmother was Irish-Canadian, my cousin actually moved back to Ireland to raise her family, and my husband has just as much Irish heritage. We’re pretty Irish so I use today to celebrate that. When the kids are old enough I’ll tell them the story of St. Patrick, but right now they just know today is all green.

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  3. I loved wearing my green blazer and my rainbow socks. I think there should be more holidays in which looking slightly fun at work is a good thing 🙂
    This is one of those ‘holidays’ where it’s best to enjoy the commercialism 😉

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  4. What a great post! I think any reason to have a drink, wear some green, & eat corned beef with cabbage (& red-skinned potatoes… best part, in my opinion!), while spreading a little knowledge about the origins of anti-Pagan holidays & metaphors, is a kicka** in my book! 🙂

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      1. Hmm… perhaps it’s a heritage difference. Corned beef is a big part of my heritage (I’m not Irish, but Jewish people have a big thing with salted meats too LOL). I couldn’t live without corned beef sloppys.

        I’ll forgive you this transgression on my people. 😉 😛

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      2. Corned beef isn’t actually Irish. It became associated with the Irish immigrants because when they got here in the cities they had a harder time finding ham (which is traditional) so the Jewish community did them a solid by introducing corned beef to them and the rest is American history. (Alternate way of putting it: The Jewish deli saves Irish-American feasts.)

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      3. Sounds plausible. After all, NYC was not too friendly to the Irish & Jewish communities. I could see them banding together & sharing a bit of fatty meat. I hadn’t heard that, though, so I’m taking your word for it.

        Don’t make me start spreading misinformation (on account of the fact that I’m too freakin’ lazy to do my own research). 😉

        How are you feeling? It sounds like your road trip (even though you got something stuck up your nose 😉 ) really gave you some warm ‘n fuzzy feelings. I’ve loved your recent posts. 🙂

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      4. http://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/is-corned-beef-really-irish-2839144/
        This goes into great detail, but basically the gist is correct. If Irish could afford meat, it was pork and bacon, (despite producing their own “corned beef” for the British, and didn’t begin eating what we call corned beef until they settled near Jewish communities in the US and got corned beef from Kosher delis.
        I’m feeling very invigorated, despite this never-ending sinus issue. I have a party tonight, and need to figure out how to stop this snot.

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      5. Oo! Thank you for the reputable info source! I’m a fan of the Smithsonian. Not a fan of whoever edited that page – on cursory glance, I saw TWO typos! The shame. 😉

        It’s cool that “our” corned beef was what we know as corned beef today. It may not make it on a long sea voyage, but it tastes great on some rye bread. XD

        Ick! I’m sorry you’re still not feeling well. I hope you had fun at the party – snot or not.

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