Daylight Saving Time Is Like Sex in the Spring

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Do you remember your first time? You were probably mostly grown up by then, old enough to know who you were but not who you wanted to be. Leaving basketball practice at dusk, looking past the horizon and wondering what was next. And then, a day later, it was sunshine.

Few of us remember the first time we realized that daylight saving time was bullshit. The idea originated centuries ago when men like Benjamin Franklin thought it made economic sense to fuck with our waking hours in the wintertime. In reality, the tradition of turning back the clocks at the end of autumn came from the Germans during World War I, when conserving lamp fuel was a priority. It’s not a very complex idea. In the spring, everyone agrees to turn their clocks forward an hour, providing a little more time for natural light and ostensibly saving some energy in the process. At the beginning of winter, you’d revert to standard time and turn the clocks back. The practice is now commonplace in some 70 countries around the world, and for the most part, it sucks.

But then there’s that one day in March, the day we move from standard time to daylight saving time. This is the day that we get that extra hour of sunshine in the afternoon. (Nobody notices losing an hour of sun in the morning because proper people are asleep.) You walk out at the end of the workday, and it’s still bright. Blue sky beckons you to happy hour on a patio or a refreshing run in the park—or ideally both. This changes everything, yet we wonder why we every changed things to begin with.


There are a lot of scientific reasons why daylight saving time doesn’t make sense. Some studies claim shifting our clocks only saves a negligible amount of energy. Others say the time difference contributes to a significant jump in heart attack rates. Although it was once believed that more daylight help reduce crime rates, more recent research shows that this isn’t true at all.


But can’t we all agree that when the ordeal is over and the sun is suddenly around much more often in our waking hours that life is amazing? That’s perhaps the only bright side of daylight saving time, and since there’s no reason to believe we’ll ditch the practice any time soon, we might as well embrace it.

Senseless as it may seem, the welcome gift of a little extra sunlight in the springtime is a sweet one. It’s as if you step outside one day—mostly like all of the other days—but something feels different, more profound. You’re a small flower, blossoming in the golden light of a different day. Things will only get better from here. You’ll spend this early summer hours discovering new parts of yourself, unlocked after a long and chilling darkness. You’ll grow and change. But you’ll always remember that moment, when your soul flipped over, eyes closed, gasping in the oxygen you never knew felt so good.


Welcome to springtime, bitches. And who cares about Daylight Saving Time? If we’re allow this fleeting moment of bliss, why not just embrace it?