My girlfriend had this to say, and I found it thought provoking. While she was writing this regarding the headdress, keep in mind this is also in the backdrop of growing up in Hawaii where extreme racism against "whites" is not only tolerated, but encouraged
"No one is going to read this because it doesn't contain a picture of a cat, so I can speak my mind. All day, I have been besieged with stereotypes about the Irish. They are lazy drunkards who like potatoes and the Pogues. The reality is actually kind of ugly - the practice of dyeing foods green is a reference to the Irish resorting to eat grass in order to survive because they were literally starving to death during the famine in the 1850s. Food was actually shipped to England while the native people were starving. 1/3 of the population died, 1/3 immigrated and 1/3 stayed. Because of the land tenure and inheritance issues, combined with the lack of opportunities and foreign ownership of the land. "That was a million years ago, get over it!" Nope - up until the 1950s, Gaelic speaking peoples were forced to use English and punished for speaking Gaelic - our native tongue (starting to sound familiar?). People were removed from their homes in the West, most notably the Blasket Islands and Galway. The 1980s brought sectarian violence again to this country that hasn't historically allowed to govern itself. St. Patrick, a slave of the Romans, went to Ireland to spread Christianity. Which is fine. But they took the art and sacred symbols and repurposed them (kind of like Easter, Christmas, etc.) for their own reasons. As Desmond Tutu says, "when the missionaries came, we had the land and they had the bible. By the time we left, they had the land and we had the bible." So go out tonight, dye your hair green, sing Danny Boy and get drunk on Guinness. If you really want to be authentic, you should read Ulysses by James Joyce, know who Maud Gonne and Percy Shelley were, throw back some Laphroaig, write a check to Sinn Feinn and watch The Field. And if you don't know the meaning of U2s Sunday Bloody Sunday, look it up. In the meantime, don't denigrate other people's cultures with stereotypes. Can you imagine a parade not far in the future where we make fun of the Inuit. We can all wear parkas, eat seal blubber and live in igloos. Or watch Real Housewives of New Jersey or Jersey Shore to celebrate Italian Americans. Slainte."