Yesterday my world was turned upside down, literally. I got way more texts than I’ll admit from my superstitious friends who like me, rely on their morning coffee and horoscope. (No matter how irrelevant they can be.)

The Minnesota Planetarium Society announced the formation of a new, unpronounceable astrological sign: Ophiuchus. Which not only mean there was a new sign, but also that everyone else’s signs shifted around. Having been born an Aries on the cusp, I always related to the confident, energetic and often territorial sign. (Although I prefer sassy.) But whenever my beloved Aries reading was a little off, I could always skip down to Taurus and trade up for a better prediction. With this new change, what will I do? I’ve lost my “cusp” status and as an only child, I can assure you that I don’t deal well with change.

Apparently this new zodiac symbol isn’t new at all, but a centuries-old sign linked to the serpent, which does not sit well with this wanna-be Gryffindor. Judging from my Facebook news feed, I’m not the only one who isn’t a fan of the change. So will this “new” sign stick around very long or will it be the Pluto debacle of 2011? It’s already gained black-sheep status in my mind, and I’m deciding to extend the “if i can’t pronounce it” rule from my food to my newspaper. I can’t take anything seriously that I can’t even say, so I’m choosing to ignore it.

For all of you out there who are affected, maybe this an excuse to overhaul your habits and test out life through a new set of traits. Or maybe it’s just an awesome opportunity to “like” all your friend’s statuses every time you see  “No longer a Libra, I don’t even know who I am anymore“.

On the upside, now all you under-21ers can ace the bouncer favorite “what’s your sign” test, because really, who knows anymore?

It’s officially the future, people, and while there may not be flying cars just yet, the advancements in technology are plentiful. Especially when it comes to gettin’ some. Yes, sex has gone tech, and I’m talking about more than those nakey photos you’ve been sending to the boyfriend while he’s away. (Which is a bad, bad idea. Has Vanessa Hudgens taught you nothing?!)

Below, a list of the sexiest things in tech:

For Your iPhone

Got an iPhone? No? Well, maybe it’s time to spend the cashola, because when it comes to sex, well, there’s an app for that. Here are a few of my favorites.

Cosmo’s Sex Position of the Day
This app is a to-go version of the Cosmo Kama Sutra. It offers a new sex position every day, as well as instructions and advice, illustration, and a difficulty rating (for those girls who are always up for a challenge). Read More »

It’s October 1st!  You know what we always do on the 1st of the month?  Check our Horoscopes.  Yeah, yeah, some people totally think they’re a waste of time, but we at CC can’t resist a little star-inclined advice.  Besides, who doesn’t want to hear that their love life may be “improving mid-month”?  Hope keeps us alive, baby!

Jacy Nova, the resident astrologer for Astrochicks.com (a CC editor fave), recently opened up to us about her site, herself, and why Astrology is so damn popular.

Growing up in a house where psychic ability was the norm (Nova’s mother would routinely do readings for friends and family), Jacy learned how to take a “lighthearted” approach to her gift, as well as how to cultivate it into something more than just the occasional tarot card reading for a friend.  In addition to writing the celebrity gossip / dating / Astrology hybrid of Astrochicks, Jacy also gives “chart readings” to interested individuals. Read More »

If you’ve ever watched VH1 or MTV late at night, you’ve heard the ads.

Call this number right now for advice from your very own personal psychic!!!

Then digits flash across the screen, you’re promised that your “every question will be answered” and Road Rules: Annoying People vs. Super Self-Absorbed People comes back on, leaving you to wonder if you just missed your chance to know more about that cute lifeguard from the other day at the beach.

Who hasn’t been tempted to dial or talk to a psychic? They’re everywhere. On commercials, on the internet, solving crimes on TV (Psychic Detectives, anyone?) throwing tarot cards in the back of your favorite head shop, and even telling fortunes from the comfort of their own homes.

I’ll be the first to stand up and confess I’ve given money to someone in the hopes they’ll see into my future. It sounds completely ridiculous once you write something like that down, but those people can be so damn compelling! And always so sure of themselves, no matter what they tell you, they say it with such conviction you feel obligated to believe them (even the ladies who answer the door in their bathrobes with a towel wrapped around their heads. Even these woman, who would be considered crazy in any other circle, read your palm so sternly it makes you forget they decided to conduct business sans clothes). Read More »

Sometimes it happens immediately, sometimes it takes a few weeks or even months, but no matter when you first realize you despise someone you’ve hooked up with, the realization is enough to knock even the most confident girl off her feet.

Astrologically, I’m really not supposed to get along with Aquarius males in a relationship setting.

Never one to let Astrology get me down, however, a few years ago I decided to hook up with a guy who was a mystery except for his sign (Aquarius, of course) and his choice in college parties (the dirty, loud dorm suite we first met at should have been an indication of things to come).

After a few tipsy run-ins that spanned a few weeks, I decided to cut ties with the dude because A) he was kind of stupid and B) he wasn’t very good at anything that involved the female anatomy. As the months wore on, and classes changed, I ended up finding myself in not one, not two, but three classes with the guy.

Initially, I didn’t think much of it. I mean, we didn’t talk much when we were hooking up, so it wasn’t really awkward to be around him, and any emotional attachment I may have felt by accident had certainly faded away by the time I realized his ability to dress himself matched his ability to make conversation. Read More »

“Hey baby, what’s your sign?”

I’ve never had to deal with that line in a bar, but I have had a guy try to deconstruct me on a first date based on my birthday. He thought he was being cute. I thought he’d be cuter with a bag over his head.

Lame, unfunny idiot using it as a come on or not, there’s definitely something to Astrology. Defining people by a little symbol and its characteristics are fun—especially if you get to define them in the bitchiest way possible.

How to Spot a Bastard by His Star Sign makes no qualms about the fact that it’s a book based on the idea that all men are bastards—be they crab, bull, or scorpion.

“Why is Capricorn so boring?” it asks on the title page. “What makes Libra think he’s so perfect? And who on earth would want to mate with an Aires?”

“Fire Sign Bastards are always better than you and will never hesitate to tell you so,” starts the first chapter of this little retro bamphlet (book/pamphlet). “They’ll then hammer the fact home by telling you again—just incase you didn’t hear them the first time.” Read More »