Stereotypes

Here is a little blog full of observations and stereotypes. Fasten your seatbelt:

Stereotype: Irish men are attractive.
Status: Disproved
Analysis:
I came here ready to see some men. You know, everyone was like "better tell your boyfriend to be careful, they don't make 'em here like they do back in Ireland." Well, first of all, I'm not in Ireland. I'm in Northern Ireland, which is a British state much like Scotland and Wales. Now, I don't hear anyone saying, "ooh, I need to find me a good Welsh man." No. THAT just doesn't happen.

Okay, to navigate away from geography. The men I've come into contact with have a.) all had bad teeth b.) been hard to understand c.) been all-around unattractive. The accent isn't even that great. An English accent is much, much more gentle on the ears, and, in my humble opinion, MUCH more attractive. But, in all fairness, they haven't seemed to take much of a liking to me either. American boys, please.

Stereotype: The weather here sucks.
Status: Still under consideration.
Analysis:
It's a temperate maritime climate. Yeah. Sometimes it rains out of no clouds. But, on the other hand, it very rarely falls below 30 degrees fahrenheit. I'm leaning towards disproving this one. When the sun is shining here, the hills are green, the coast and beaches are beautiful, and there are baby lambs everywhere outside of the city. I don't know if you could beat this. Maybe Albuquerque. Maybe. But at least there isn't dirt in the gusts that knock you down here.

Stereotype: People here are drunks.
Status: Proven.
Analysis:
As one of the most discussed stereotypes of Irish people in the world, I really thought I could come here and disprove it. Fat fucking chance. It's not really even the old people that are crazy about their drink. Things that I have done in the States, and have been considered fucking ridiculous/insane, would be looked at as an everyday activity here. Like, every stupid thing I have drunkenly accomplished in my lifetime could be completed by a 14 year old girl on a Tuesday night before 8pm. Seriously. This place is fucked up.

Stereotype: The food here sucks.
Status: Relative comment
Analysis:
While the food here may suck, it's certainly no worse than the midwest. Hot dish? C'mon! What the fuck is a hot dish? All the week's leftover ingredients thrown in a pan and cooked in the oven? At least here they have good bacon (although too salty for me), good beer, good whisky, good sausages, and good potatoes. AND no one is obsessed with ketchup here like they are in the midwest. It's no New Mexico, but it's no Minnesota either.

Okay, I think that's enough dispelling and confirming of stereotypes for now, but I have once last observation to make:

Observation:
People here do not know how to share a sidewalk. You know, in the States we walk on the right side of the sidewalk. It's just how it's done. Just like driving. Naturally, I assumed that it was the same here, just on the opposite side of the footpath. Actually, people just don't fucking move. They take up wherever they want and don't move for other people. I don't understand how people get anywhere here. I actually ran into a girl today because I'm a stubborn bitch. I'll teach all of the UK to walk, one idiot at a time.