OK, no, not really. I’m Irish, folks! Well, a quarter anyway. Ok not really a quarter, there’s some German and French in there somewhere, too.. just don’t tell my Indian (dot, not feather) and Dominican (“Spanish”) sides. The point is I’ve got freckles gosh-darn-it. Well, in the summertime mostly. Whatever.
Look, it’s St. Patrick’s Day, and I’m an Irish mutt… At least I’m not Mexican!
Ok, ok, I know what you’re thinking. Is this crazy lady racist? Nope, just pointing out that “Mexican” is the new “Irish.” It’s pathetic, but just saying the term “Mexican” these days sounds like a slur.
Mexican, Mexican, Mexican.
There’s even a California-based blog and regular L.A. Times column called, “Ask A Mexican!” that pokes fun at this disturbing reality.