Ninja---Sushi//20//French. My blog is where I dump all my Undertale art related projects. Fanfiction of mine are on Quotev; NinjaSushi. Example: The Human That Cared For The Game.
I know there’s a lot of tension after Tumblr’s new policy annouced for December 17th, but reblog this if you aren’t leaving Tumblr so that other blogs can know they aren’t going to be completely alone!
1) the music 2) how does the person in there even see? 3) also skating over its own tail 4) how is NO ONE on the ice fazed by this at all? 5) skating over its own tail 6) also is it hot in there? 7) there is a freaking T-Rex on the ice- how is no one staring?
In places like America people tend to be proud of their ancestry even if they aren’t from there. So people descended from Irish immigrants do indeed call themselves Irish
I understand that, I totally get being proud of your ancestry but listen. There’s a difference between being proud of your heritage and researching it and using it to inform your origins, and actually believing that you are culturally and socially informed on the current lifestyle and climate of the country you are descended from. And my issue is, of course, with the latter.
I work in two stores: one is a tourist shop, so naturally I deal with people from all over the world. The other sells Aran sweaters. Both hugely frequented by Americans, and I am not kidding when I tell you that I have had people - who have never lived in Ireland, never been immersed in our culture or political environment - try to tell ME what being Irish means. I’ve literally had arguments with Americans who INSIST that we are still a part of Britain, or who believe that their interpretation of “Irishness” is more valid than, you know, the residents of the country.
I’ve had an American woman tell me that I’m pronouncing the name of the city I live in wrong (Galway, pronounced Goll way but according to her the entire city population is wrong and it’s pronounced Gah-la-way). I’ve had people tell me that I’m not really Irish if I don’t wear wool sweaters (my boyfriend is allergic to wool and also I don’t feel like handwashing every laundry batch). I had a man tell me to my face, completely serious, that “You don’t understand the authentic Irish experience” because I don’t drink Guinness.
So naturally, when Americans say they are “Irish” as though their national identity somehow suplexes mine, I get a little antsy.