Tonight is Cringe Night in Ireland.
It is Rose of Tralee night.
For three or four hours we could sit and watch females from various corners of the planet trying to be Oh So Irish as they vie to become this years Rose. Each year they have their little interview where the host and the contestant try to be funny, cute and Irish all at the same time. It really is bleeding eyeballs stuff and completely off the cringe scale.
Naturally there have been complaints. It is not inclusive enough, they scream. They are all white! They overlook the obvious point that a truly Irish girl is by definition Caucasian in genetic heritage and the best they can hope for is a genetic mix. Being presented with a certificate at an induction ceremony does not make anyone Irish except in name.
They are actually trying to be inclusive this year. Apparently you don’t have to be a virgin any more [however they were suppose to test that qualification in previous years?]. They have raised the upper age limit. They are even open to applications from transsexuals which is not only jaw droppingly weird but really over-pandering to this modern “inclusiveness” shit.
I shall NOT be watching. I have more respect for myself and even Herself.
Though I seem to remember I did enter myself one year.