Scary Mommy encourages us to abstain from sexy time in March to prevent December birthdays. Photo Credit: Scary Mommy

My birthday falls in that strange time between Christmas and New Years. I’ve always hated that. I thought December birthdays were by and large, pretty lame. Then something happened. Other people started bashing them and I became… defensive might be the best word, about my month of natal origin.

All over the internet, articles and blog posts are popping up about how December babies are the worst. Even the amazing and adorable Jill Smokler of the blog Scary Mommy is jumping into the fray, encouraging people not to have sexy time during the month of March, dubbing it “National Abstinence Month” in an effort to avoid annoying December birthdays. Not cool, Scary Mommy. You’re supposed to have sexy time in March – that’s why they call it “spring fever”.  (Cue the porn music)

Anyone who was born in December or has had a baby in December knows the real deal. It’s good and it’s bad. It’s sort of like being from New Jersey (another distinction I can claim). Everywhere you go, people feel compelled to make pitying and disparaging comments. And after a while, you start to think; please shut your word hole because my birthday month is actually sort of awesome. And so is central Jersey.

Here are five very valid reasons why December birthdays are sort of lame, followed by another reason why they actually kick ass.

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The high side of a holiday birthday

Having a December birthday gets a bad rep, I know. As Madeline pointed out last week, when you’re the parent of a kid born this month you have to dig deep to muster the energy it takes to celebrate with flair (or a Goodnight Gorilla cake, in Earl’s case).  Reports of parents forgetting their kids’ birthdays altogether, the over stimulation of the holiday season, the dreaded Christmas-birthday combo gift — I get the downsides.

But today’s my birthday, and even though I’ve taken a hit in some ways with a December date, there are a few reasons I love that my special day falls in the midst of holiday madness:

1. The holiday spirit: I know the day I was born and the day, say, Jesus was born don’t have much to do with each other. But the fact that my yearly celebration hits just as the Christmas action is in full swing gives it an all-around warm and fuzzy feeling. Even though southern California doesn’t do Christmas the way my northeastern hometown does, I still soak in all the white lights, trees, and music and somewhere in the back of my head, Santa, Frosty, and I are all excited about the same thing: my birthday. Continue reading »

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I’ve got to say Malia Obama’s got it rough. Having a holiday birthday is one of those things little kids usually moan about, but being a July 4 baby as the president’s daughter?

I’ll concur with a commenter on Jezebel’s coverage of the presidential birthday celebration for Malia: “that blows.” Continue reading »

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