Leap Day is the day I remember specific people’s birthdays: my little cousin Sophie is 12 (it’s her third birthday) and my friend Jon from college must be 28 (ooo, lucky number seven). I thought that Mozart was also a Leap Year Baby (learned somewhere during my early public school education) but I can’t find any evidence of that.
In other Numbers Notes, I find it interesting that I will be turning 29 in this Leap Year. And my fourth wedding anniversary is sneaking upon me. I hadn’t realized that being married in a Leap Year was considered bad luck in Greece. Oh well. I also walked under a ladder that year and spilled a ton of salt. Plus, a black cat has crossed in front of me almost every day for seven years.
February 29 is also the one day of the year that it is traditionally okay for a woman to propose marriage to a man. There are some interesting vintage postcards from the late 19th and early 20th centuries that really encourage women to put on their scarlet bloomers and grab a guy by the balls, which of course was totally inappropriate back then. (It’s much more common nowadays.) Way to embrace women’s suffrage… give them one "free" day year!
However, I’m amused by the fact that if a man declines a proposa under that tradition, he has to "soften the blow" by giving her a kiss or buying her gloves, a silk dress, etc. I’d be proposing like mad during that time period just to get a bunch of lovin’ and cool swag. If a guy accidentally took me seriously, I would have said j/k because there doesn’t seem to be a traditional penalty for that. Other than breaking a guy’s heart… oh, cry me a river. Payback’s a bitch!
Wow, I suddenly feel very cynical. I assure you that everything’s just fine with me. *twitch*