When it comes to gender there aren’t many ratio fluctuations within the astrological community. (Mind you, my observations are subjective and based on what I’ve observed in the United States, so there’s my disclaimer.)
Women comprise the largest group of attendees for classes and seminars and conventions. And women hold professional positions more than men, meaning they teach astrology and work full time as astrologers.
A majority of my clients are women, about 90% to be exact. I’d imagine this ratio will evolve now that a kaleidoscopic array of pronouns is available within the culture.
When I started as a student in the mid-70s, the majority of the folks in our class were women. And both of my teachers were women, Ivy Goldstein-Jacobson and Margaret Latvala.
Men back then were usually gay. And almost every guy I interacted with, that was even slightly interested in astrology, was gay as well.
Oddly, the majority of heterosexual men I met were intensely involved with sidereal astrology.
Sidereal astrology’s literal approach to the Zodiac seemed to appeal to the more traditional masculine mindset: Rational, scientific, stubborn and, well, literal. (Please do not share comments about this post being sexist, I’m proposing an inquiry with different sets of impressions. Mine.)
Speaking of impressions, I’m forever grateful to the colorful tribe of students I studied with in those early years–women and men. An array of eccentrics, many of whom I can still picture as if I’d just seen them yesterday. Read more
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Illustration by Ilonka Karasz from William Maxwell’s The Heavenly Tenants (Harpers) 1946
When people talk to me about their anxiety and anger regarding our current cultural moment, what I hear them say and what I sense beneath their words are two distinctly different things. What creates the disparity?
When we lack the language to describe an experience that is baffling and unprecedented we often defer to the opinion of experts (and blowhards) to mark our way forward. Mistake.
By taking this approach we disconnect from our innate wisdom, a type of inner guidance that is not dependent on generalized observations. A response that is grounded in our immediate experience. A response that arises from our instinctive understanding, independent of outside influence.
Astrology can assist with this process. Astrology offers us a more encompassing view; a view that takes us out of the heated moment and allows us to consider events from within the context of epic-stretching cosmic cycles.
And it is this perspective that I’ve attempted to outline in my new private report on the upcoming Saturn Pluto conjunction; an astrological event that will ricochet through the new year and deep into the new decade. You can order your copy now.
Last month I decided to focus more on Twitter. I joined Twitter a decade ago but rarely engaged, probably for the same reasons that you don’t.
I’m vocationally dependent on social media. I maintain a robust mailing list of friends, clients and ‘followers’ (I’m important).
But increasingly the metrics of attention–that used to be spread far and wide across the Net–has suffered network effect, and is now corralled on FB, IG, and Twitter. Social media is the Internet now.
The Net has definitely been hijacked and monopolized. And for oldtimers like me, it’s sad and creepy. You’d have to have been there, back in the mid-90s, when the Net took off. It was a lot of fun.
Although I’m older, I was similar in spirit to those Millennials that crawled out of the womb and hopped right unto a computer keyboard. I built my first website in 1997, and my blog Giving Head (for real title) launched in ’99 before blogs were a thing.
95% of my clients discovered my work from my online presence. And my art direction for an arts foundation in San Francisco requires a continual online engagement. Like many folks today, I’m in for the long haul. The Net sustained me financially for years. Until the dawn of social media.
I mention the above because my scrutiny of FB, which I consider political activism, always elicits the same response: “Why don’t you just leave FB?” I must get a couple DMs like that each month. And my response is the same: “It’s kinda my job to help you pay attention.” Like you, I want to live in a democracy for as long as possible and FB is helping destroy the mechanism, the checks and balances that sustain democracy.
Anyway, Here Are Twelve Things You Will Benefit From Knowing About Twitter Read more
Human beings give undo importance to the question: What do you do? Americans, especially, seem fixated on the question. As a Cancer-ruled nation (the zodiac sign, not the disease), how we make money, consume and survive fascinates everyone. Nothing wrong with fascination, except for how mechanical the question eventually becomes.
The inquisitiveness with ‘what you do?’ is amplified in a bustling gathering like a party, where there might be lots of unfamiliar folks milling about the watering hole. The animal in us wants to feel secure, so an answer to the vocation question telegraphs relief, helps us orient and relax. “I’m a clerk. Oh, and you’re a nurse. Cool.” Our cards are on the table. As if our job comprises the entirety of what we’re about as a person. In the early 70s, counterculture party peeps, still high on the dawning Aquarian Age, devised a much more interesting question: “What sign are you?” I miss that question, and I’m all for restoring the quirkiness of that social strategy.
I attended a party last night where the notion of small talk wasn’t appealing — I mean, if I’d a choice between banality and watching The Real Housewives of Hoboken, I’d probably have stayed home and watched the harridans go at it. What can I say? I have a Scorpio Moon with Pluto on the ascendant, sometimes my intensity and aversion to the static of chitchat gets the best of me. During a party I can usually toggle over to Venus and let her Gemini-informed esprit take over, but last night Pluto’s Darkman archetype set the conversational tone. Too, a couple of gin and tonics had lubricated things up enough that I became daring and announced to everyone I met, right out of the gate, that I was an astrologer. Usually, I don’t.