Wednesdays are strange, little beasts.

They’re the mid-week meh. The sandwich filling between the optimism of Tuesday and the quiet desperation of Thursday.
Monday gets the complaints. Friday gets the glory. Wednesday? It just is. Showing up every week like an underappreciated middle manager in creaky loafers and a passive-aggressive smile. I mean, it does get a special hump day tag. But I’m not too keen on that.

But don’t let that fool you. Wednesdays have teeth. And occasionally, historical flair.

I did my research. History gets weird on Wednesdays. Apparently, the middle of the week is the perfect time for revolutions, disasters, and oddball decisions no one had the energy (or sleep) to prevent.

Let me share a few tidbits.



First off: The Boston Tea Party . Wednesday, December 16, 1773

You think your coworkers get grumpy on Wednesdays?
Try colonial Americans with a tea tax and too much time on their hands. They dressed up as Mohawk warriors, stormed a British ship, and dumped 342 chests of tea into the harbor.

That’s how America does midweek rage. I’m all for it.



Then how about Pluto Gets Demoted

Wednesday, August 24, 2006

Poor Pluto.
One minute you’re a planet. The next you’re just… not.
On a Wednesday, no less. That’s cold, even for a rock 3.7 billion miles from the sun.

Somebody at NASA clearly needed a power trip and a strong espresso.



Third, but not in chronological order: The Great Chicago Fire Ends Wednesday, October 11, 1871

The fire started on a Sunday, but it took until Wednesday for the flames to finally burn themselves out. Because, of course, Wednesday was the day everyone was too tired to panic. And the fire, sensing that midweek lull, quietly decided to call it quits. Probably needed a nap.



Fourth, and more recently, Area 51 Acknowledged 

Wednesday, August 15, 2013

After decades of denial, the CIA casually admitted the existence of Area 51 on a Wednesday.

Because if you’re going to confirm the U.S. government has been hiding a potential alien landing site, might as well do it when no one’s paying attention. Right between a sad desk salad and your third coffee.


Lastly, Elvis Left the Building Forever 

Wednesday, August 16, 1977

The King of Rock and Roll made his final exit on a Wednesday. He lived loud, glittery, and full of fried banana sandwiches but left quietly midweek. This is a reminder that even legends sometimes check out between lunch meetings.


So What Does It All Mean?

Psychologically speaking, Wednesdays are primed for weirdness. By Hump Day, our frontal lobes are fried, our caffeine tolerance is shot, and our filter is malfunctioning. It’s when we’re most likely to do something spontaneous, reckless, or historic, usually while wearing the same pants three days in a row.

It’s not quite the beginning. Not quite the end. It’s the in-between space where strange things bubble up and the world occasionally decides to throw a plot twist. ‘Cause, why not?

So next time Wednesday rolls around and you feel a little unhinged? Lean into it.
Start a (peaceful) revolution. Declare a new planet. Tell the truth at that Zoom meeting. Wear sequins to work. Eat cake for lunch. Better yet. Eat cake for breakfast. 

Just blame it on history. Wednesdays have always been a little wild.