One traditional complaint by individuals born this late in the year is that they're screwed out of presents: since Christmas is only a month away, their benefactors presumably reason that one gift will suffice for both birthday and Christmas, while someone born in, say, May, will end up getting two gifts. I've never experienced this phenomenon myself, perhaps partially because it's not that close to Christmas it's a whole month, for Pete's sake but mostly because those few people who actually do give me stuff are aware that I'd just as soon no one made a fuss about my birthday anyway, especially since I've had so many of them and all.
By "so many," read "fifty-four." It's not an auspicious sort of number, the way eighteen (one-third of 54), twenty-one, thirty-five and forty are, but it's the number I get to carry around for the next twelve months. I admit to being something less than thrilled with the fact that the most famous person (by Wikipedia standards) born on the same day as I was is disgraced Enron CEO Jeffrey Skilling, so just for the hell of it, I punched "november 25 1953" into Wikipedia's search box, and the following terms came back, in order of presumed Relevance:
As it happens, nothing happened to any of the French finance ministers on 25 November 1953, which was about a third of the way through Edgar Faure's term. (Faure served two terms as Prime Minister, one before this, one afterward.)