Author: Claire Zahm

When I moved from New York City to San Francisco in 2015, the avalanche of clichés was immediate: crystals and climbing and start-ups, oh my! All harmless and none surprising, there was only one that got my goat: astrology. I thought that fad had passed with the Summer of Love and died with the advent of algorithms, so I was taken aback by the daily inquiry: “What’s your sign?” At parties! At work! At the doctor — the doctor! It was the world against me, an intellectual, eager to engage with “Yes, I’m a Capricorn” but hot to point out…