It turns out that a number of HR departments, far away, have been hard at work slandering Virgos — making it almost impossible for recent college grads to land a job, all because of their “unfortunate” birthdays. The chief complaint?  They allege that they’re just too picky.  Imagine … HR chieftains pitching Virgo-spawned resumes into handy circular files and defiantly closing doors in our faces. Because we’re too picky? So who has the upper hand now — it depends on the source. But it sounds like Aquarians, Geminis, and Librans are getting short-listed in...

I really like the sound of “almost,” because it reminds me of the scene in “One Hundred Foot Journey” when the deliciously bombastic Indian Papa slips in love with the not so prissy anymore French restauranteur across the street, and calls her his “almost girlfriend.”  And then they dance together so tenderly. Almost poetry. And when I write out Roman numerals … saying almost 62, the coyest way I can  … why pussyfoot about what’s about to happen when it’s real as the day I was born.  As real as when I surrendered my very first one-way...