Spring blooms again
I knew I had used a similar subject line before, so I went back and mined my archives. Sure enough, a post from last May (halfway down the page linked above) about a yearning for Irish or Irish-American men. I'm afraid I must report the yearning has returned. Hey, at least I'm consistent (though apparently spring bloomed earlier this year).
Yesterday, I happened upon a recent photo of Bono, and I am barely exaggerating when I say I felt physical pain at the sight of him. How can that man still be so beautiful? And don't even get me started talking about my growing devotion to Patrick Dempsey. Every week I endure the abomination of squeaky silliness and medical inaccuracy that is Gray's Anatomy, just to watch Dr. McDreamy.
I could go on at some length about real, not-celebrity Irish-American men that I know, but why embarrass myself further? Sometimes, espeically when the weather is a perfect as it has been this week, I get a feeling that is difficult to describe. It's a mixture of these things: goofy happiness that makes me want to leap and dance; impatience that feels like I'll explode if I don't get my way RIGHTNOW; sadness that it might all just lead to disappointment.
The whole deadly combination is so overwhelming I can barely stand to acknowledge it. That's what spring does to me.
posted by shorttina @ 2:31 PM
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3 Comments:
I'm mostly Irish and I'm not so wild about it. All it's given me is a propensity towards alcohol and depression that the non-Irish part of me doesn't like.
Yep, I've heard that from other Irish/Irish-Americans as well. It's surprising to me how prevalent it is that those habits/attributes get passed along through generations. It sounds like a stereotype, but then I've seen the behavior lived out many times over, sons picking it up from their fathers, etc.
I come from an entirely different background, which is maybe why I'm fascinated with the Irish. My mother is from Spain but grew up and has siblings in the Philippines and is highly Catholic, and that was the dominant influence for me growing up--this weird, international and religious mix. It was much more dominant than southern culture, though my dad is from the south (Scots-Irish background, though he claims to be part Italian. The Spaniards scoff at him).
Much as it's a cliche, there was always a lot of drama and emotiveness in our house, but also a whole lot of liveliness and a certain joy for life, which I appreciate more as I get older.
You certainly have a much more interesting lineage than mine. As much as I try to avoid clichés and stereotypes, they are sometimes based in truth.
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