Was going to wear my only green garb to work today (as luck would have it, my only green shirt is business suitable (polo shirt) but, as my printer is broken and they told me yesterday not to come in today (as it won’t be fixed until tomorrow) since I was scheduled to do print jobs all day, I just grabbed whatever from the shirt drawer (actually, I did specifically look for something dark because, even though it’s getting quite warm out, it’s still winter with hella snow on the ground, but I counted it as “inadvertently didn’t”.)
So many reasons to drink beer, so little time… 
I am 3/8 of Irish descent.
To quote a wise philosopher of our times, St. Patrick’s Day is stupid bullshit.
I’m dressed all in black today.
ETA: Although my Irish ancestors were Catholic, and my mother was raised Catholic, she lapsed before I was born, and I am not Catholic.
I am wearing black and maroon. I already had most of my clothes on this morning before I realized what day it is, and didn’t feel like changing. I was adopted as an infant and don’t know what my biological parents’ descent was. My adoptive parents have mixed Euro-American heritage, some of it predating the Revolution, though between them there’s more German than anything else, plus Norwegian and French and who knows what all else; a theoretical bio-kid of theirs would be about 1/3 German. My husband has Danish (about 1/4), Scottish, and other indeterminate mixed Euro-American genetics. My husband and I frequent local Celtophile folk music sessions. I just ate two cookies sent to my workplace by our parent company’s Dublin division. They were not green. My son, who is the biological child of my husband and me (and therefore a hopelessly untraceable Euro-American mutt), will no doubt spread the wearin’ o’ th’ green to us all when we feed him strained peas for dinner this evening.
The percentage of Irish blood in my veins is only in the single digits but I still wore a green shirt and sweater.
I don’t have anything green to wear except an old army jacket. Green clothes make my skin look green.
Even if I had, I wouldn’t wear it. Fuck St. Patrick’s Day. There are too many proud Irish people around here.
(I am Scotch and English with 1/4 mystery blood, so I might be part Irish for all I know…)
I’m an eighth Irish (although at this point you could probably say that my ancestry is American). I threw on a green jacket. It’s a good excuse eat corned beef to drink Guinness and Harp.
This anti-Irish sentiment is disgusting and I have to speak out against it. The Irish are the smartest, most genteel, temperate, charming people on earth. When they’re sober.
I voted other…
I am of Irish decent, I deliberately didn’t wear green, but I have a celtic shamrock tattooed on my inner forearm.
I’m roughly 1/4th Irish and I don’t wear green on St. Patrick’s day. It seems to help stem the “all Irish, like you” comments that annoy me so much.
I don’t think I own any green clothes anymore, sadly, although I do actually like both St. Patrick’s Day and green clothes. I am, however, wearing sparkly green nail polish, and that was on purpose. 
I’ve got at least one Irish ancestor somewhere back there, since I have an Irish last name, but I don’t consider or call myself “Irish.” Similar to what RickJay said, I’m Canadian, I have always lived here, and I feel Canadian, not Irish.
I think Mom once mentioned some Scotch-Irish…
I noticed a button was missing from my sweater right about the same time I realized I needed something green to keep from being hassled at work, so, green button and green thread on a white sweater.
I inadvertantly wore green, but am tattooed green in some visible places, so I don’t worry about it.
I am of Irish decent.
My 8 1/2 yo daughter also did not, though I am sure she is hoping for pinches from the right folks…
My father’s bday is today, and he was called Pat for the first 10 years of my life accordingly… it is not his name.
I’m of Irish descent though I do not celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. It’s a stupid manufactured celebration designed to fill Guinness et al’s coffers. I also see no need to “celebrate” the fact that my great grandfather came from Mayo, Ireland. I am not Irish, I’m English. Ireland is a place I’ve only ever visited once, and I have no attachment to. The habit of co-opting the culture and nationality of remote relatives is freaking bizarre.
My family heritage is almost entirely Scottish on both sides. My name sounds thoroughly Scottish to Scottish people, and probably to Irish people as well, but to the “everyone’s Irish on St. Patrick’s Day” crowd it’s all the same. I have endured a lot of “with a name like Angus MacFergus why aren’t you wearing green today???” I don’t dress up for Pulaski Day, or Queen’s Day, so I’m not dressing up for St. Patrick’s day. I also don’t wear red on Valentine’s Day or wear decdorated Christmas sweatshirts.
There have been St. Patrick’s Day parties and parades in the USA since before we were the USA, running steadily since the 1700s to present day. I’d say that qualifies as an actual American tradition, celebrating the culture and lives of Americans who may have some ancestors that came over from Ireland at some point. I’m not German, but I enjoy Oktoberfest. Joining our neighbors to toast to their family’s parts of the American story isn’t something I find particularly bizarre. Even if it frequently has little resemblance to the reality of life in “the old country”.
Now, I’m not defending everything people do or wear to celebrate the day, don’t get me wrong.
When Cromwell was brutally bringing order to the Emerald Isle, when King James was planting Lowland Scots in Ulster, my people were craftsmen and tradesmen on the Lower Rhine and Swiss peasants, so St. P has little appeal for me. More importantly I’m a bit of a contrarian. There is some very good music, though
Won’t someone think of the children?
(That’s the only reason I wore a green shirt today. It made my ten-year-old happy.)
The huz and I are each 1/2 Irish (as are the kids, natch), but we’re not party people and I really dislike the taste of beer, so a bit of green clothing is about the extent of our recognition of the ‘holiday’.
The amount of Irish in my ancestry is small.
Today I wore an orange shirt and a handful of green-shamrock-bead necklaces, as I don’t have a dog in that particular fight.
Not that anyone around here got the significance, mind…
LOL. Some of my best friends are Irish, truly. I’m just sick of hearing about their Irishness!