Even before I looked into the history of Daylight Saving Time, I knew it had a business background.
It carries that unique corporate cadence, like “ethical oil,” “clean coal,” or “awesome asbestos.”
So I wasn’t surprised to learn that it comes from the industrial revolution, you know, that delightful period of time when men were moustachioed, women carried parasols with impunity, and child laborers knew not to ask for anymore bloody pudding, OLIVER.
And so, once again, we come to it: “spring forward,” a perky upbeat phrase that belies the soul-sucking tradition of having an hour of sleep yanked away from us.
It’s like how people claim that being pooped on by a bird is good luck. There’s nothing lucky about that. That…