Oh, I know! *Shakes head* My Dad made a Irish joke to prove that point - he's Irish by a Grandparent, which makes me a quarter Irish or something - and I burst out laughing, as opposed to leaving home and suing him for anti-celticism. I also read a book where a store was closed to all Irish; I knew that that was what it was like, and while I don't like it, I understand that at least things are different now. (Actually, what bugs me is that we tsk at how the Irish and German were treated, then go and oomplain about other immigrats).