Every year I face the same conundrum: go to the nearest Irish-themed bar, and falsely claim my red hair and married surname make me Irish, in order to receive kisses and free drinks.

This seems a bit sleazy, though on the other hand, my genuinely half-Irish SIL, who was born with platinum blonde hair and now has a Jewish surname, can't pull off convincing people of her authentic heritage at all, so in a sense, I'm merely taking her rightful place.

Do you celebrate St. Pat's day?

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