Previously by Teri Vlassopoulos: Odds and Omens: Superstition and IVF
After my daughter was born, I thought about getting her astrological chart done. It would be fun for her to have the information when she was older, if only to roll her eyes at her mother. I realized, though, that maybe it wasn’t really a present for her.
I throw salt, knock wood, stay away from black cats. I won’t open umbrellas in the house, walk beneath ladders, or touch toads. Decades after leaving elementary school, I continue to hear "step on a crack / break your mother's back" on certain sidewalks. I spend rent money at wishing wells. I probably don’t need to tell you how careful I am around mirrors. Born at 13:13 (or 1:13 pm), I was destined to be superstitious. Over the years, I’ve added…
I'm sure you believe something weird. I'm relatively superstition-free, but I have close friends who are Russians, and some Russians (PLAYFUL STEREOTYPING, YOU ARE A DELIGHTFUL PEOPLE) are basically 13th century doctors in terms of their attachment to semi-magical ways to protect themselves and their loved ones from the vagaries of fate. EXAMPLE: Wishing someone a happy birthday before their actual birthday. Or having a party before their actual birthday. It's out! It's right out.