The Doctors say that the little Pickle is coming on the Second of September, 2009. “What do the Stars say?” is all I want to know. I’m no Astrological expert (if such a term can be applied to the subject) but I do know that a due date in the first week of September means that unless the unforeseeable occurs, the baby will certainly be Virgo.
And I am not denying that the stars affect us while we are on the Earth. It’s just that I usually consider the Sun as being the only star that has impact on my mood. The truth is that I first learnt of Astrological Compatibility from Kasha when she told me, in a humorless, ‘faith-to-move-mountains’ kind of voice that was unironically matter-of-fact, “No Sagittarius has ever really loved a Scorpio.” [NOTE* She=Scorpio; Me= Sagittarius] Well, OK! I’m one for looking to the oily-puddled, after-rain canvas of the carriageway to prove that sometimes it’s the things that don’t mix which produce the unexpected beauty that makes life so darned wonderful to live . And further, I’d be willing to bet that the coupling of items as ubiquitous as butter and popping corn are now was seen as folly by the first witnesses.
A pointless digression? Perhaps. But then, aren’t we all mentally smelling the movie theater lobby and pumping out extra saliva as the result? And what if we were taking that bucket of buttery popcorn to see _Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom_? I know I am not the only one who sees the connection. Right? C’mon! Sagittarian Steven Spielberg fell in love with a certain Kate Capshaw (Scorpio) during the filming of Indy-Doom. I rest my case!
And if making the claim that Astrological Compatibility is hogwash has me out to seem a cook, then have a look at what the Astrologers themselves are saying:
Virgo with Scorpio
The combination sometimes belongs to the mutual admiration society. The Virgo mind is very fascinated with the mysterious and intriguing Scorpio. Out of all the signs Scorpio is the most likely one to curb Virgo's tendency to sulk. Virgo respects Scorpio's ability to analyze all situations and thereby sidesteps controversial issues before they they become grounds for an argument. If Virgo will keep from hurting Scorpio's pride, this combination will be happy and enduring.
Now, that’s what I call cook-y! I mean really, “The combination sometimes belongs to the mutual admiration society.” Fine, but what the Hell is a mutual admiration society?! How about a mind that is “very fascinated” or an individual that is somehow both “mysterious and intriguing” at the same time!? Kinda makes Astrologers look like big-huge, stupid-dummies, dunnit?
But, having deferred to the “experts,” it looks like the Zodiac favors a strong bond between mommy and the pickle.
But why stop at the Occidental view of the Zodiac? One good turn deserving another, the Chinese Zodiac must also be considered. And really, as far as Zodiacs are concerned, it’s the Chinese that more accurately fit the bill. The Greeks understood zodiakos kyklos as a “circle of animals” just as the Chinese Zodiac is to this day. So let’s see what the East has to say about the pickle.
Compatibility between Daddy and Baby Chinese Zodiac
On the surface, there should be strong connection between Daddy and baby here. Obviously 1977 is the year of the Snake and 2009 is the year of the Ox; and we all know that the Snake and the Ox share the soul-mate level compatibility of Chinese Zodiac Second Trine membership. But it would be a misconception to think that “outer animal” (birth year level) characteristics would bring much to bear in terms of relationship stability.
The Chinese Zodiac is not so simple as your favorite Dine In/Cally Out joint’s placemats would lead you to believe. I guess I honestly thought it was one animal every twelve years, with every person born in a specific year sharing the same general personality traits with everyone else born not only within their year, but all the years before or to come in successive multiples of twelve. Now extrapolate that out to a population soaring over the billion mark: that’s more than a thousand million people, with only a dozen personalities! That level of gross simplification smacks of the type of cultural insensitivity or even (gasp!) racism that more empirical claims like “Germans sound retarded” or “all Chinese look the same” will get you internet death threats for.
But then, how could you be that insensitive to other cultures if you picked up the misconception from a dining establishment that self-applies the cultural identity it simultaneously obscures? Not to be daft, but there’s many a fortune-cookie bigot who’d claim that all Chinese look alike to them while they can clearly discriminate between, say, Cantonese and Sichuan cuisine! Alright then… Yes, there are Twelve Chinese Zodiac Animals (11 and a Dragon, actually) and yes, they repeat like parrots.
But again, it’s not all that simple. The Birth Pets follow a sixty-year lunar cycle, where each of the animals presides over an entire year, once every twelve years, or five times in the full cycle. So why a sixty-year cycle if it’s the same thing five times? Search me! Point is, there’s much repetition for these dozen brave creatures. Months (“Solar Terms”, not Jan-Feb-Mar, etc, OK?) within a given year also have one of the same animals, as do the twelve “large hours” (eh, two hour periods, Sherlock) in a day.
You wind up with a Zodiac too nuanced for take-out. Sure, 1977 was the Snake’s year, but that just means the Snake is my Birth Pet or “outer animal.”
I was born on the Second day of December, which makes my “inner animal” the Pig, and my “secret Animal” is the Rabbit (divined from the big hour of my birth) with the result being that I am a Snake only on the outside. People who’d judge me based on the Snake would fail to see that the Pig and Rabbit (both 4th Triners) over-rule the Snake’s “outer Animal” attributes. As the little baby will almost certainly have the Monkey as hizzerher “inner animal” there is little chance that baby’s Ox-Monkey will even be able to pretend to tolerate my Snake-Pig… let alone the Horse-Pig that is Kasha! Now that’s what I call prejudice!
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