Thursday, October 1st, 2009...7:10 am
#158: Don’t Read Your Horoscope
Okay, reading your horoscope every day, subscribing to special monthly horoscopes, even paying serious money to visit an astrologer for a personal reading isn’t something that only old people do, like dialing a phone with one’s index finger.
But there’s something intrinsically middle-aged about being into astrology. Why? Because it came into vogue in the early 70s, when many of us were young — What’s your sign, baby? — only to be largely discounted and derided in recent years.
And c’mon, let’s face it, how is it possible that Mercury being retrograde could keep a contract from being signed? How can Jupiter moving into a new sign make you meet a lover, or a full moon get you a job?
It can’t, yet that doesn’t stop me from checking my favorite daily horoscope, Sally Brompton in the ever-reliable New York Post, every single morning.
And on the first of the month I rush right over to read Susan Miller’s cheerleading monthly outlook. I also pop in at artnet for a more sedate view.
Does reading my horoscope make me feel old? A little: It’s something I don’t admit I do to my kids or younger colleagues. But it’s one of those things I have no intention of stopping.
2 Comments
November 22nd, 2009 at 5:48 pm
My night has become a sunny dawn because of you
December 21st, 2009 at 12:44 pm
I love astrology. Just sayin’.
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