I'm Irish on St. Patrick's Day. I'm Italian on Columbus Day. I'm a New Yorker every day.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm Irish, I'm from New York, and I definitely have issues.
Irish and Italian are my two favourite people.
I look Italian, but I act Irish.
I see myself as part English and part American, with a dash of Irish thrown in, and a pinch of Italian from my mother's ancestry.
I was born and raised in New York, but my family on both sides is of Italian descent.
I did the same thing as every Irish person who comes to New York. I arrived on a Wednesday, and by Saturday night, I was pulling pints at a pub in the Bronx.
I'm a native New Yorker. Everything to do with New York feels like my family.
I'm tri-racial: African-American, Native American and Euro - that's the Scotch-Irish part.
I was raised Irish Catholic, but I don't consider myself Irish Catholic: I consider myself me, an American.
I have a lot of fond memories of St. Patrick's Day in Chicago. Vague, but fond.