I freely admit to a lot of skepticism about astrology. That said, over the years I’ve become far less skeptical than I used to be. Stuff really does seem to break a lot more during Mercury Retrograde. Weird, intense and oddly dramatic stuff happens whenever Uranus swings its influence around. (Uranus, a guaranteed pain in the ass?) While I probably should blush to admit it, I do check my Astrozone monthly forecast and mark dates where I need to duck and cover.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t find some aspects of it just plain silly, so I’m kind of looking forward to this next book poking fun at it coming out. I’ve been around women who only talk about the men in their lives in terms of their zodiac signs. It’s crazymaking to me, undermining the basic values I uphold that every person is responsible for his/her actions, and that your nature is simply the challenge you carry with you – not something that determines your actions for you.
Still, I have to admit. How to Spot a Bastard by His Star Sign: The Ultimate Horrorscope was pretty funny when I went through my re-single phase.