your romantic horoscope

There’re so many sad love poems around here. If you guys need help negotiating love’s slippery slope, let me offer you, your own, romantic horoscope!: Don’t court romantic disaster don’t mistake a lightbulb for the moon Titanic wasn't a rom com and a sad update: Grand romantic gestures don’t happen anymore, you're lucky to get a vibration in our pocket with a "sorry" text I know what you're thinking though, “We didn’t know the moon was useless until we landed on it,” but once you’ve ‘landed’ on a guy (or girl), once or twice, it’s too late—you’re likely ‘in it.’ Big picture-wise, I think we all have Shakespeare to thank for unrealistic, romantic storylines. Romeo & Juliet are the perfect example—they meet, fall in love and marry the very next day. In Shakespeare’s defense though, love in his world-building was always messy and imperfect, and there were few "happily ever after" narratives. (The exception being Beatrice and Benedick, in ‘Much Ado About Nothing’). In a side note, my weekly horoscope (Libra) for the Thanksgiving holiday reads: “You’ve become so self-centered, It’s all about you. What about your family? Before you go emo and angry, change your perspective—own it—strive to improve relationships.” Sarsh (so harsh) in this writer’s opinion. . . (Songs for this): Love Is In Town by Brenda Boykin Do You Even Know? by Rae Morris