Things you hate about Irish culture

You misunderstand me. I dont mean the council send out bills for rubbish collection, I mean it gets paid for from government coffers. If you charge someone for taking away their rubbish, some people will find a way to get rid of it for free, be it fly tipping, or putting nappies in green bins, or throwing it behind a hedge.

Its the broken window phenomenon, except, its all over our towns and cities. With litter everywhere, people think, sure what harm is there in me dropping my crisp packet on the street. Make the place cleaner and attitudes will change.

Begrudery and jealousy

Irish dancing. Keeping your hands down by your side is not dancing. Throw some shapes FFS, jazz hands, anything!

My opinion is in no way influenced by being made to perform this atrocity in school on a slippery tiled floor, slipping and ending up doing the splits like John Travolta and my classmates laughing the paint off the wall.

Folks going on a sun holiday, to go straight to the Irish Bar because they "Wouldn't eat that foreign muck" and because they couldn't drink anything other than Heineken.

I don't like traditional Irish music or Irish dancing. Men doing Irish dancing looks ridiculous.

I do like Gaelic football as a sport but I dislike the typical type of person you get in a GAA club. They are pillar of the community types who always virtue signal about their volunteering efforts. I actually believe if you want to meet the worst people in a parish go to a GAA club committee meeting. They are often hot beds of egos and arguments.

I also hate many Irish sayings such as "craic" and how they say you are "no craic" as an insult. For example on this forum once a user insulted me saying I was "some craic" because I said I didn't like to travel abroad.

I hate the petrol head car culture we have in rural Ulster. These types of people seem to be interested in lorries and farming too.

I 100% agree with you. I hate hearing that chant too and as you say it has absolutely no connection to Ireland.

My memory has gone bad but it was either late 80's or early 90's when that chant took off. Euro's 88 and world cup 1990 and then that song as well is why it's chanted to death these days.

Now my memory is really fuzzy but afaik it was a south American team were chanting it in some tournament and then the Irish supporters copied it. As I said I'm really fuzzy there so take that with a pinch of salt.

I'd consider myself a petrol head, love cars + bikes of all types old and new, but can't stand the car scene in Ireland.

Yes. Exactly. Also living abroad and it seems so damn easy to get it right.

Dog tax pays for the dog waste bags and the dog waste bins available every 10m along walking paths. Emptied every single day, sometimes twice.

Waste isn't in the millions of ugly wheely bins all over the place, there are large underground bins, and you pay for the bags. Untaxed bag? You will be caught and fined. No "letting off".

Trees shade the street and are maintained just like old buildings and streets.

Street furniture designed to allow cleaning machines clean the place.

Looking at any sporting event where the national anthems will be played before the game. Witness the passion and pride of other nations as they sing out their national anthem to their hearts' desire, proud of their country. Then witness what the British did to Ireland.

Where abroad? I think wherever it was a quick Google will lead me to complaints from the locals about problems with waste.

Not to bash GAA but it drives me mad to see players not waiting until the end of the National Anthem before they start moving around. I haven't seen it in any other sport and often wonder why it happens.

I don’t like the submissiveness and infantile nature of Irish people with a strong subservience to the State. Call it a hangover from the Catholic Church or the English conquering the Irish but it really holds the country back and results in so many of the problems experienced by people in the country; putting up with high taxes and atrocious public services and infrastructure; enduring inept and wasteful politicians and civil servants; being afraid of confrontation and needing to please everyone and go out of one’s way to show how sound the Irish are whether it is to the stranger on the street or on the international stage (confrontation is okay); abandoning culture and adopting the grotesque consumerism of the United States (Irish people don’t even celebrate their national day properly as so many people dismiss it and just treat it like any other bank holiday). All the while going to the pub and drinking to a mental state which enables Irish people to tolerate the underachieving and unimpressive life they have here, captured in a statement of “it’s grand”. It is unfortunate.

Of course it's connected to Ireland, and Irish drinking culture in particular.

"Ól é…Ól é…Ól é…Ól é…Ól é!!!" meaning "Drink it…Drink it…Drink it…Drink it…!!!".

 Gaeilgeoirí, eh? 🤪

The government/official Ireland has been trying to force/cajole people to speak it for a century now. Millions must have been spent on it.

It's up to people themselves. All the tools are there to learn it, but they have no interest.

If people want to get into anything else, an activity, a sport or play an instrument, they are motivated enough to devote time and money to practices and matches, equipment, classes etc. They don't sit around for the magic government fairy to make it come true. You are blaming government for the "failings" of people.

Typical Irish response "I'd love to learn it but * insert list of excuses*"

I think those days are numbered. For medical reasons I can have a couple of pints and then have to go on the 00. Nobody calls me a dry shite. If they did I'd find new friends.

They'll all be here.

1. our ability to litter. Can't understand how that is in our DNA (not all of us, but still a fairly large number).
2. our desire to have an 'enquiry' if anything goes wrong. In the last few decades we've had multiple enquiries, generated ten of thousands of pages of reports, thousands of 'recommendations', yet nothing changes or nobody is held accountable. As Ray Bourke (I think!) christened them as 'a Barrister Fattening Exercise'. Plenty of portly barristers around!.