Apparently, there is both a Transgender Awareness Week and a Transgender Awareness Month. Although, as far as I can make out, these overlap. Transgender Awareness Week falls within Transgender Awareness Month. Presumably, we are expected to be doubly aware of transgender for those seven days. Quite how it might be possible to remain unaware of transgender at any time remains to be explained. As well as Transgender Awareness Month and Transgender Awareness Week there’s an International Transgender Day of Visibility, Transgender Parent Day and Transgender Day of Remembrance as well. All of which is on top of such notable dates as Intersex Awareness Day, Asexual Awareness Week, Bisexual Awareness Week, Bisexual Visibility Day, Non-Binary Awareness Week, Pansexual and Panromantic Awareness and Visibility Day, Lesbian Visibility Day, Omnisexual Awareness Day, International Transgender Day of Visibility, Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week and many more. It’s possible there may be some I’m unaware of.
With all that awareness being thrust upon us, we might have been glad of the Day of Silence last April. I know I would. Unfortunately ─ and not a little ironically ─ I hadn’t heard about it.
It’s not only the aromantics, panromantics, asexuals, pansexuals, omnisexuals and bisexuals, of course. The year has insufficient days for all the groups that want to lay claim to one as their very own. There can surely be no date on the calendar which isn’t, of necessity, shared by any number of groups. Everybody who thinks they possess a specialness that they share with a limited number of others ─ in the parlance, a ‘community’ ─ has to have their own day. Or week. Or for the very needy, an entire month. Depending on your whereabouts and micro-identity choices, around this time of year you might be marking World Jellyfish Day, World Kindness Day, World Tsunami Awareness Day (how do you ignore a tsunami!?), National Broadcast Traffic Professional’s Day (according to that apostrophe there is but one lone celebrant) or National Hug a Musician Day (also known as Get Punched in the Face by a Mad Saxophonist Day). Every day is a red-letter day for someone or something somewhere.
Incidentally, I’d like to wish all my readers in the USA a rather belated happy National Indian Pudding Day (November 13)!
Today, however, I would urge you to spare a thought for possibly the least acknowledged group of all – the ordinaries. I’d like to suggest that we set aside a day to celebrate the average person. The unexceptional and undistinguished who walk among us unnoticed and unappreciated. It’s time to give the ordinary people their due. After all, without the average person there would be nothing against which to measure the specialness of all those special people. Without the ordinary there can be no extraordinary.
I propose we institute an Average Person Awareness Day. A day when we mark the contribution to society of those about whom there is nothing much to be said. The mediocre and the middling. The plain and the plodding. The anonymous and the anodyne. The inoffensive and inconspicuous. The unpretentious, unseen, unheard masses. The magnolia emulsioned woodchip in a flock wallpaper world all garish and gaudy. Let’s have a day when we raise a glass and drink a toast and give a cheer and maybe even stand on our doorsteps and clap for those who throw no light and cast no shadow. It would be nice if somebody remembered to invite the nonentities we briefly and half-heartedly tip a hat to on Average Person Awareness Day.
A man from round the Fife coast,
Made a rather peculiar boast.
He was very emphatic,
That he was more average than most.
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