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“During an interview on The Hill’s online program ‘Rising,’ conservative author Bethany Mandel was stumped when co-host Briahna Joy Gray pressed her to give a definition of the word ‘woke,’ which has been used incessantly by the right to criticize all things vaguely liberal.” — The Daily Beast
Wait, sorry, I still can’t. Yes, I realize I wrote a book about wokeness, but the purpose of that book was to rile up racists, misogynists, and homophobes who don’t like how unpopular their ideas are anymore. Frankly, the definition isn’t nearly as important as the fear and rage the word arouses among a particular demographic, so it’s fine.
Honestly, stop asking me what that word means. I’m telling you that I can’t define it. All I can tell you is that woke people are destroying the world, and the only people who would even dare ask me what woke is are definitely woke.
This Saint Patrick’s Day, it’s important to remember that my culture is not your costume; it’s my costume.
Before you put on your SHENANIGANS shirt and plastic shot-glass necklace, ask yourself: Are you mindful of their cultural roots? Are you honoring my ancestors who invented them decades ago in Charlestown, Massachusetts?
Everywhere I look, there’s a reductive caricature of Irish culture, and it’s a blatant rip-off of the reductive caricature of Irish culture that my people forged over so many Celtics seasons.
I hear the bagpipes in songs where they obviously don’t belong, a tradition of ours that dates back to the late twentieth-century music of the Dropkick Murphys. I see friends sharing leprechaun imagery when I know they don’t even have a red-headed (though admittedly half-Ashkenazi) cousin who they force into a little green suit every March.