I find being proud of an accident of birth bizarre. I am first and foremost on geographic identities a Glaswegian, though not born there (it was a whole 20 miles away). But I am not proud of it except when we behave well, and I am ashamed of it often even on Just Another Saturday.
It's home but that's about it, and I feel home there with people who feel at home there. Some are born Glaswegian, some achieve it, and some have it thrust upon them.
There is nothing wrong in enjoying your identity and sharing it with others.
The time you might become aware you value it a lot is if someone attacks it by implying you should be ashamed of it.
That's what I find.
It's great fun when you meet someone who is willing to share their identity, they could be Jewish just as easily.
No one should feel they have to hide who they are.
We have someone at work who is black and has family in Jamaica and I love it when she shares her identity even if it's just some food
It's about treasuring your identity without making someone else feel less because they don't share it.
I've found most people love sharing little bits they feel is Irish, Jamaican, Jewish.
Or even sharing a meal with a Londoner who enjoys " pie and liquor."
Must admit I was surprised when the liquor turned out to be green but it was delicious.
Have to have vinegar, to do it properly, I was told
