The world has a day for everything – I am completely convinced of this.
There is both something cool about everyone having a part or whole of them being acknowledged each year. There is National Kids day, Rain Day, father and mothers day (strangely celebrated on different days across many continents), May day which is celebrated in May, but sometimes masquerades as Labour day in September and it goes on and on. Some so significant that we get a day free of work, and others which are worthy of a moment of thought but no more. 
Today while looking about on the web I discovered red hair day Celebrated in Holland in the beginning of September for the past 4 years. Amazing. Apparently is to celebrate the most minority of hair colours. Born primarily from a mutation, in about 4% of the worlds population, they are a pretty rare group of people but this is not all. Apparently, red heads require more anesthetic to sedate, they are disproportionately found in Scotland where they are 13% of the population and better yet some fantastic study has found that red heads are better in bed! I mean how do you find this out?? And does this ability in bed alter as your hair greys, or if you are fella that bald patch begins to show does your potency lower? I have no doubt that out there someone is looking into this and results will be on a blog site near you!
I wonder though if this need to name a day as a celebration of some kind is not a little odd? And possibly a function of my generation. I mean really in the 1920s did they celebrate national kids day? Or were they just content to be noticed, rewarded by getting to the end of the week, a family Sunday lunch this was sufficient. When was that we as a population began to feel that we are nothing if we don’t have a day that is externally acknowledged?
Curious?
