It probably won't come as any surprise that I'm not superstitious. About the only time that particular irrationality raises its ugly head is in my occasional conviction -- usually when I'm already in a foul mood -- that inanimate objects are conspiring to get in my way, fall out of my hand, break, or otherwise further fuck up my day. My logical brain tells me that this is probably because I'm in a bad temper and more prone to being careless and rough with handling things, but sometimes it really does seem like the various objects around me have decided to infuriate me out of nothing but pure malice.
Other than that, though, I'm inclined to consider superstitions so bizarre that it's incomprehensible that anyone would have come up with them in the first place. K. D. mentioned that growing up in rural Missouri, she used to hear that if you dropped a dishrag, company was coming. Same thing, apparently, if your nose itches; but only a few states south, where I grew up in southern Louisiana, your nose itching means you're going to kiss a fool. We didn't have one for company coming, at least not that I recall; but if you've got company and you want them to leave, all you have to do is stand a broom up in the corner near the front door.
Of course, my guess is that if your company knows the superstition, and they see you standing a broom up in the corner, they'll get pissed off and leave. So this might fall into the "self-fulfilling prophecy" department.
Spurred by that discussion, I started looking into various superstitions in different cultures, and man, there are some weird ones, making the bad luck brought by black cats, broken mirrors, and walking under ladders sound positively normal. Here are a few I came across:
- If you wear red, you're more likely to be struck by lightning. (Philippines)
- If you say "rabbit rabbit" as your first words after you wake up on the first day of the month, you'll prosper. (northern England)
- If you're out drinking with friends, and you're ready to leave, don't say "this is my last drink." If you do, you'll die soon, and it really will have been your last drink. (Cuba)
- Running a fan in a closed room while you sleep will kill you. (South Korea)
- Don't toast someone with water, or you're cursing them with bad luck. (Germany)
- Whistling indoors will summon a demon. (Lithuania)
- Standing chopsticks upright in your rice bowl is extremely rude, because the crossed chopsticks look like the Japanese character for the number four, which is supposed to represent death. (Japan)
- Don't shake hands or kiss across a threshold, or you will eventually fall out. (Russia)
- Having two mirrors facing each other on opposite walls opens a door for Satan. (Mexico)
- If you're giving a knife or something else sharp as a gift, it can sever the relationship; so the recipient is supposed to give you a penny in return, so that it's a purchase, not a gift. (Denmark)
- If you walk backwards, it's bad luck, because you're showing the devil which way you were going. (Portugal)
- Stepping in dog shit is good luck, but only if you do so with your left foot. (France)
- You should always enter a room with your right foot. Especially if you've just come from France. (Spain)
I wonder how the hell these superstitions started. I know that for some superstitions, the origin is in the religious beliefs of the culture; the practice of throwing spilled salt over the left shoulder actually dates from Roman times, where salt was a valuable commodity -- in fact, the English word salary comes from the Latin word meaning salt -- and spilling it was considered careless and wasteful. To make up for it you were supposed to give a pinch of it to the household spirits, the Lares and Penates, who hovered around behind you watching you eating dinner.
Because that's not creepy at all.
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I own two dogs and I know whereof I speak.
It does bear mention that there are a few completely bizarre-sounding superstitions that have at least semi-logical origins. In northern Germany, for example, there's an old belief that when a baby is born, the grandma is supposed to kiss the baby's forehead, and if she tastes salt, the baby will be sickly and die young. This seems ridiculous -- until you find out that northern Germany has the world's highest incidence of the genetic disorder cystic fibrosis, which has as one of its symptoms extremely salty sweat.
Another one that has a genetic origin is the old prohibition amongst the Basques -- especially the women -- against marrying non-Basques. While on the surface this seems like the usual insularity and cultural/ethnic purity nonsense, there's more to it. Similar to the German belief, the superstition here is that a Basque woman marrying a non-Basque man will be cursed to have their children die in infancy.
Which turns out to have a kernel of truth. The Basques have the highest incidence in the world of the Rh negative blood allele, a recessive gene that causes people who are homozygous (who inherited a copy from each parent) to lack a particular protein in the blood. This causes no health effects for the person; but if a Rh-negative woman conceives an Rh-positive child, there's a good chance of Rh incompatibility syndrome, where the mother's immune system recognizes the blood protein in the child to be foreign, and proceeds to destroy the baby's blood cells. And this is only possible if the father is Rh-positive -- meaning (probably) non-Basque.
So unlike just about every other prohibition against marrying outside of your culture, this one does have a basis in reality.
But the majority of superstitions admit of no easy explanation other than accident and confirmation bias. And you'd think all it would take is one or two counterexamples -- people who slept soundly in a closed room with a fan running and woke up perfectly healthy, for example -- to make people say, "Oh. I guess that's not true, then. What goobers we are."
For some reason, though, that doesn't seem to happen, and I'm at a loss to explain why.
In any case, these beliefs are interesting from an anthropological standpoint, even if they're a bit maddening to the skeptics of the world. There are about a million others I didn't mention (further supporting the Senegalese maxim that "there are forty different kinds of lunacy, but only one kind of common sense). If you know any especially funny, weird, or cool ones, leave a note in the comments. But now, I need to go fix myself some breakfast. I hope the coffee maker and the microwave aren't in cahoots again. They don't like me, for some reason.
This week's Skeptophilia book recommendation of the week is pure fun, and a great gift for any of your friends who are cryptid fanciers: Graham Roumieu's hilarious Me Write Book: It Bigfoot Memoir.
In this short but hysterically funny book, we find out from the Big Guy's own mouth how hard it is to have the reputation for being huge, hairy, and bad-smelling. Okay, even he admits he doesn't smell great, but it's not his fault, as showers aren't common out in the wilderness. And think about the effect this has on his self-image, not to mention his success rate of advertising in the "Personals" section of the newspaper.
So read this first-person account of the struggles of this hirsute Everyman, and maybe even next time you're out hiking, bring along a little something for our australopithecene distant cousin.
He's very fond of peach schnapps.
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Having turned 13 on Friday the 13th and played hockey and baseball, sports widely known for their superstitions (though I am certain it's not limited to just those two), I've got a metric shit tonne of superstitions. I throw salt over my shoulder, I don't open umbrellas indoors, I don't walk under ladders (though recently while painting my house I had to do it several times simply because of how I needed to have the ladder positioned and I am happy to report nothing catastrophic happened. That said, things did happen and if I wasn't normally prone to fucking up and/or injuring myself it would have been easier to take it as a "sign").ReplyDelete
So for me, the weirdest one is for hockey where I won't wear socks on my feet and always lace up the left skate first. Why? Because I was in a slump at the same time I got new skates. Wearing bare feet in new skates is a good way to get them molded to your feet better (so I was told). On that particular day I laced up good ole Lefty Footy first and had bare feet and had a banner game. So, that's just the way it went for the rest of my playing days, in spite of the fact that just as many bad games occurred after that day as did good.
I also won't step on a foul line when coming onto or off of the baseball field. That one's pretty common in the sport but I have no idea why so I looked it up and the best thing I can find points to a time when the foul line didn't lay flat on the ground so players were accustomed to "hopping" over it.
The funniest one from baseball I can think of is from the pros. Apparently there was a player (I forget who) who wouldn't come onto the field until the last digit of the time was a "7". So, if they were starting they wouldn't come out until it was something with a 7 on the end of the score clock. One opposing team found this out once and got the scoreboard people to rig the clock so it skipped the 7's. No idea on the outcome but the thought of it happening made me smile.
There is one that I have done my whole life and didn't know why until it was mentioned by another writer that I know, S.J. Cairns. I sleep with the open end of my pillow case facing out. Apparently if you sleep with it facing in you're going to trap bad dreams. Suffice it to say I'm not changing the orientation of my pillows anytime soon, except to flip it over to enjoy the cool side :)