Sunday. And not just any Sunday but Father’s Day. I was my father’s first Father’s Day gift (and by far the most outstanding).
Tuesdays child is full of grace, :dubious:
I direct your attention to my response in the “Do you dance ?” thread. “Grace” is certainly not an attribute that I have ever possessed.
Is the weird anti-Monday bias statstically significant I wonder? And if so what could possibly cause it - there doesn’t seem to be any bias noted in the general population that I could find in google (not that anyone has necessarily searched for such a thing).
Sure, but I could have been born on a Thursday there, that was actually still Wednesday here, which I believe is the actual case with me. I guess I should be celebrating my birthday a day earlier.
I’m joking on that last bit, of course.
Had my birthday fallen on a Sunday that year, and if we had our current definition of DST back in those days, that would be me as well.
Not just a Saturday, but the Saturday of the Army/Navy game. Mom got to watch it in the delivery ward. Dad was SOL.
Friday - and at the start of Happy Hour.
Did your dad ever forgive you? 
Me too! My mom likes to mention that the hospital served her a turkey dinner. The downside of having a birthday on or near Thanksgiving is that my birthday usually gets overshadowed by all the Thanksgiving stuff.
I was born on Thanksgiving, which means I’ve always known what day of the week it was. Thursday. Also, it’s the reason I don’t have a real birth certificate. It seems the doctor who delivered me was in a hurry to get home to the festivities and failed to fill out the necessary paperwork. I didn’t find out about it until I was in my early 30s when my hospital certificate stopped being accepted. At that point I wrote to the state of Kentucky asking for a copy of my official certificate and was told that they had no record of me. It took me months to do, but I finally put together enough secondary paperwork to get a passport. Good thing too, since being able to prove U.S. citizenship has become more and more important (and difficult) in the years since.
I was a Saturday.
And what’s up with Monday?
'Tis interesting. Off the top of my head the only thing that comes to mind is maybe C-Sections, or labour induction aren’t routinely scheduled on Mondays. I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t be it, because Sunday would seem like the most likely candidate if that were true.
Maybe as more people respond the data will even out.
Wednesday.
Ash Wednesday.
Now please excuse me while I sit in the corner with my hair over one eye and mope like a bitch.
Wednesday. I lived up to “full of woe” until adulthood. Now I’m very content.
Nowhere that I have ever heard of DST being used does this happen. The time changeover is set at 2:00 (in the fall, 1:00 in the spring) specifically so that it won’t cause a change in the calendar.
Tuesday for me, and I have been *called *Grace, but it was an ironic nickname- I am a little bit clumsy.
Yeah, same here. Honestly not meant as thread-shitting but I got to ask: Why would you possibly care? Astrology? Wondering if your Dad or Mom was at work?
Well, here in Thailand, it’s to determine my “personal color.” Tuesday births are pink.
(I remember too being told my grandmother went into labor with my mother during a radio episode of Lum and Abner. That’s not quite the same thing – I believe the show aired four days a week – but I always liked that story.)
Curiosity is one of the primary characteristics of intelligence. You can’t simply decide to learn only the information that will be useful to you because you have no way of knowing what information will be useful to you. So we have an innate driven to acquire knowledge in general.
OK. We’ve got a serious statistical anomaly here with Mondays. We need to get to the bottom of this.
Doctors?
Nurses?