Here’s the deal. It’s finally arrived. Hasn’t happened since 2000. It’s the year of the Dragon.
The Dragon is the only mythical symbol of the Chinese zodiac. Those born under this sign are said to be charismatic, energetic, wise, strong and protected by heavenly blessings. They are to be honored and respected. And that’s the problem I have with it.
Sure, if you’re born now, you’ll grow up under the sage guidance of this divine creature. But if you were born, say, last week…well then your zodiac sign is the rabbit. And instead of wisdom and good fortune you’re skittish and enjoy carrots. That hardly seems fair.
Less than 9% of people are born in the year of the Dragon…what about the rest of us? What about the rats? The sheep? The pigs? What hope do we have? Some of us are protected by the mythical, powerful beast that Chinese culture holds sacred…and some of us are rodents, followers, and enjoy rolling around in mud. It’s just not right that all of the other signs of the Chinese zodiac pale in comparison.
Me? I’m year of the tiger. Which is relatively fortunate, as it’s one of the more powerful, positive-sounding animals. But I can’t fly. I can’t breathe fire. I may be tough compared to a dog or a rooster, but the dragon can pretty much step on me like everyone else.
So, how am I going to do it? How will I make the Chinese zodiac more equitable? How will I ensure that those born this year don’t feel superior to their friends born under a more humble sign? Maybe we could just add dragon to every year…so that everyone gets the blessings of this mythical superstar. You’d have the year of the ox-dragon, the horse-dragon, the monkey-dragon, etc. And this year would still be special, the year of the dragon-dragon – that’s Double Dragon, baby (or Billy Lee and his twin brother, Jimmy, to those of you who remember the video game). Yep, that should do it. That should make everyone feel better.
Could somebody tell China?