If the days of the week were a TV show, they would’ve been canceled decades ago. They are a tedious bore. Monday is, ugh, Monday. Friday and Saturday are sometimes fun, but there’s too much pressure to have fun. Tuesday is bland as mayonnaise-slathered white bread with a side of Cheerios. Sunday is good for football and snoozing and hangovers, but that’s about it. Wednesday and Thursday have no identity at all. They’re all played out.
What we need are more days of the week — by extending the system to days of the month.
Here’s how it would work. For one week a month, we’d have the usual ho-hum days. The rest of the month would consist of new days (see below) that would repeat each month. This would instantly freshen up the old days. If there were only 12 Mondays a year, getting a case of the Mondays wouldn’t seem so bad. Even Tuesday might take on exotic undertones.
Let’s change our lives by changing our calendar. That’s got to be easier than actually changing our lives.
If doomsday came once a month, maybe it wouldn’t seem so scary.
Wednesday’s nickname was a little too unofficial to be effective. Studies show that humping actually decreases by 32.1% on Wednesdays. Maybe this will change things.
Since the Greek gods got boned by the Norse gods in the current system, we need to even the score.
How does this not exist already?
I know we already have Thursday, but Thor is so cool, he deserves two days. I’m not arguing with that hammer.
When anything bad happens on this day, people will love saying, “What do you expect on Satanday?”
A great reminder to floss, though you should really be flossing more than once a month.
No one in the world today understands why these women are famous, so let’s pass the mystery, along with our crushing debt and nuclear waste, onto future generations.
This versatile day will celebrate bisexuality and make fun of those stupid French butt fountains. Also, Joe Biden will think this is about him, which should be worth a few laughs.
It will be obnoxious listening to people say, “Every day is Coffeeday for me,” but I think it’s worth the risk.
Instead of a feel-good, do-nothing eco-event once a year, why not save the Earth once a month? Don’t worry, we can still screw it up the rest of the time.
When 79.4% of the population is replaced by robots in 2014, I hope those robo-overlords — and their killbot armies, and also their robo-butlers — will remember I proposed this. 0101001001101111
This will be fun for all 12-year-olds of all ages.
The perfect day for conserving water, staying hydrated, taking a swim, or waterboarding.
It lost its planetary status, but it will never lose its place in our hearts. This is our way of saying, “We still love you, oh Mini-Me of non-planets.”
As our economy, standard of living, and culture swirl rapidly down the global toilet, we’d better secure a spot in the calendar.
We should also recognize who’s really in the saddle of this one-horse planet. Confucius and Yao Ming all the way, guys!
A tribute to you-know-who and narcissism.
Could be too confusing, but it’s worth a shot.
Imagine how exciting it would be if your birthday fell on Birthday. That’s worth two cakes, minimum.
Everyone loves payday, and by reducing payday to one day a month, we can boost the economy by cutting salaries.
Maybe if we include this one, she’ll allow the rest.
The unreliable, come-and-go 31st day will be sold to the highest bidder. It could be Dallas Cowday, Ashton Kutchday, or even The Most Interesting Man in the World Day. If no one coughs up the coin, we can go with Stare into the Abyss Day. If this sounds crass, stick around. In the near future, when the moon and most foreheads are sold to sponsors, auctioning off the calendar will seem quaint.
Illustration by Hallie Bateman