Today is supposedly the allegedly least-auspicious day of the Gregorian calendar, Friday the 13th. Boo! You scared?
If so, you're suffering from friggatriskaidekaphobia
, which kind of sounds like you're cursing out the yoga pose that just caused you to bite mat in front of that oh-so-flexible hottie. Not so. Frigga
adds Friday flava to that old favorite, triskaidekaphobia
, which of course everyone knows means fear of the number 13.
But don't be skurred. Nobody's really sure why today is supposed to be so awful.
Thirteen has always been considered unlucky, as countless high-rises whose elevators go from the 12th floor to the 14th can attest, and despite any delightfully awful Catherine Hardwicke movies
starring Marilyn Mason
Back in 1881, a group of badass New Yorkers started having dinner
parties on Friday the 13th. They walked under ladders to get to their
seats...and no one died. So there.
Every month has a 13th, and every year has at least one Friday the 13th.
We've just decided to imbue this particular combination with extra
spook. So far, though, it's been a pretty ordinary day. Can we blame
yesterday's outrageous parking ticket on frigga-guilt-by-association?
Has anything ridiculously shitty happened to you today, or on any other Friday the 13th? Comment away, kiddos.