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We have resigned ourselves, I think, to knowing that we’ll never see the end of these revelations in our lifetimes. I grew up in the first generation of young Irish mothers who were not immediately forced to marry, emigrate or give up their children if they got “into trouble”. Thankfully I was never in that terrifying

Big Irish sister say fuck it. Sad? Feel sad. Lonely? Feel it. Wallow in it. Be like the beginning of the 1st Bridget Jones and sing into a bottle of white wine in old lady pajamas and a bad layering job.

To whinge is a hobby in Ireland. My family are experts in it.

What the shit...why is a 50 euro piece of copper nearly 900 dollars in America? Seriously, that’s messed up. You could all take a cheap holiday to Europe and get an IUD done nearly cheaper than you’d be charged without insurance.

“How much d’ya reckon you could make on a passport marriage?”

Yep, we’re not backward about coming forward in politics. Also the most telling indicator of Irelands attitude to Trump is that we haven’t tried to dig up any ancestors for him to visit. We found a 3rd cousin of Obama in the back arse of nowhere and were delighted with ourselves.

I’m from Ireland, and I’ve been reading Jezebel for years. This website and it’s commenters have given me more of an education than my actual degree did. I read every single article and discussion leading up to the election and I was with you all this week while you hoped and cried and despaired and swore. I read

I'm from Tipp. Sorry about that. As a matter of curiousity, was this Coppers in Dublin because if it was you'd have to picture my complete and total lack of surprise.

I sat down in the park the other day with my tablet and my coffee and I was rolling a cigarette when I noticed that the lady next to me had this kinda light cotton kaftan situation thing on that was squirming a lot. Then I realised that she was feeding her baby but had the child covered because it was outrageous

I don't know about US attitudes so much (I get most of my information from the likes of Jezebel and Slate and Mother Jones) but your comment hits the nail on a lot of Irish heads. There seems to be 2 types of religious outlooks here - there's people like my mother, who is deeply uncomfortable with the idea of

I was in foul form because on of my roommates replaced all my gin with water (the bastards moved out recently so I can't punch him in the ear) but I have been belly laughing at this for the last half hour - I keep watching it!

In the name of all that is good and holy, whatever the fuck anyone would like to define that as I really don't give a shit, stop saying "dear". It makes me skid past every thing you say and believe it or not I was actually interested in the points you were trying (really, really badly) to make.

I think I was about 14 when it happened - nothing too dramatic, just woke up, saw all the business, yelled for my Mam who came screeching into the room roaring that I was going to be late for school if I didn't get a move on and came to an abrupt halt when she saw my underoos. Quite calm after that - she had a