All things phallus Everyone I talk to, everyone who writes me, everyone I know and don’t in this world — they all express feeling a sort of amorphous anxiety that they can’t quite put their fingers on, a sense of helpless ennui.
The word “surreal” pops up a lot. At Whole Foods just the other day, a woman checking out in front of me shook her head despondently at two adorable children scampering one aisle over in pink chiffon princess dresses with wings, jousting magic-wand cheese straws at one another. “Poor things,” she sighed, under her breath. “They haven’t a clue what’s coming.” I wanted to say, “And you do?” But I said nothing.
Hell, we all know what’s coming. Just look up. Written in the stars, Pluto has irrefutably just entered Aquarius, where it shall remain solidly entrenched for the next 20 years, until 2044.
As I learned, according to my neighbor’s daily zodiac fix, courtesy of StyleCaster.com, “Pluto shines a light on all the secrets living in the shadows.” And for those born under the four fixed signs — Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, and Aquarius — Pluto’s astrological transit will completely transmogrify lives, like a meat cleaver, into before and after.