“Its going down, basement.
Friday the 13th guess who’s playing Jason?
Tuck yourself in you better hold on to your teddy.
Its Nightmare on Elm street and guess who’s playing Freddy?”
– Nicki Minaj
Update: yes there was blushing and a little public-speaking-induced dyslexia, but I counteracted the first with a pair of bright red pants so no one would notice the face, and the other with lots of jokes. People asked a lot of questions and participated, so we’re going to call this one a success.
I am not a superstitious person in the least. I smile when I see black cats, any number of crows or magpies do not alarm me in the least, horseshoes do nothing for me, and the only reasons that spring to mind to not walk under ladders involve avoiding industrial accidents. That said, I certainly appreciate the historicity behind lots of superstitions, religious traditions, and folk beliefs, and have fun participating in them. It’s why I wear green on St. Patrick’s Day, carve pumpkins at Halloween, fills shoes with candy for St. Nicholas’ Day, and make hot cross buns on Good Friday.
But Friday the 13th has always puzzled me. I know a great many people like me, who seem to have nary a superstitious bone in their body, who get well and truly freaked out when a 13th rolls around. I’ve seen people stay home from work to avoid accident! When I was still a student, my flatmates and I would hold a Hitchcock movie party every Friday the 13th, it seemed a much more entertaining way to spend an evening than paranoia. I think I’ll resurrect the tradition tonight, come to think of it! All minions are invited to participate vicariously.
Enjoy/dread your Friday the 13th (whichever you prefer)!