The Scorpio Women Of Vintage Astrology

The Scorpio Women Of Vintage Sexist Astrology are a piece of work.

What if being an “oomph girl” with a vile temper was appealing to men? Why are there disembodied heads? Is our Lady of Scorpio a Voodoo Priestess?

This post originally ran as a competition that asked people to caption or explain this vintage depiction of the Scorpio woman and well, here are our winners!

“In the witching hour of Halloween, the ghost men come calling from years gone past playing with my shallow dreams.

I woke to see the echo of their faces printed on the walls. My mind quickly pushed away from their endings. In true Scorpio form, I had wanted to forget them though there were a few I would never forgive.

And I ponder as the night sky grows lighter about their parting words as I have always thought of myself as kind, but with a flash of my eyes I often give away my true feelings. I wish I could wear my dark sunglasses in the office to keep up the disguise.

It is so hard being misunderstood.”

Wendy Michele 

“The fuqery that happens when we forget the monthly dark moon Feng Shui vagina ritual. Annoyingly batting away bodiless male apparitions like mosquitos, the ghosts of ousted conquests past.”

Dark Star 

The Scorpio Woman As Alchemist

“In a most recent Neptunian daze, something triggered her to take a trip down memory lane. Nostalgia would often cause her to drift off and visit the realm of past lives. In town to visit family for the holidays, passing through brought on visions of her awkward adolescence.

A feeling of repressed rage and resentment overcame her at the thought of the men who failed to respect her power. She was undoubtedly beautiful and voluptuous with a mysteriously intense personality to match. A woman with “oomph,” if you will. An alchemist having gone through many phases and past lives, emerging better and stronger.

As she reminisced, she saw the park where her and Joe: blond, sweet, caring, and very emotionally available Joe, sat on the swings for a talk she couldn’t hold back from him any longer. He was crazy about her, even planned on asking her to marry him, but she not so much about him. He bored her quite honestly -not enough passion, too much monotony and the idea of a man attempting to domesticate her was not something ideal to her at all- though she kept on in their relationship, silently simmering as she grew unhappier, not knowing how to tell him how she felt.

With One Fell Sting Of Words, Like A Scorpion Going In For The Kill

Here, with one fell sting of words, like a scorpion going in for the kill, she told him. Frankly, she didn’t feel anything for him anymore. “Gods, I was such a bitch,” she murmured to herself, remembering the devastated look on his face and the twisted sense of satisfaction she got from it. She heard from a friend that Joe remains a bachelor to this day, perhaps because of her. And poof, his familiar awe struck face disappeared.

Onward, she passed by Burke Lake Park, a place she’d spent countless hours of her life at, quite famous for featuring an Eagle’s nest. She saw movement, and she realized it was the Eagle herself flying high and proud, in all of her majestic glory. It made her recall the times she thought were her glory days. She flourished, with her first big girl job, making big girl money, having her big girl place — dating, living, loving. Jack’s face suddenly danced in her head.

He Projected His Darkest Demons Onto Her

He was a talented journalist and cunning as a fox. They worked together and found themselves in a relationship after months of flirtation and frequent glances. They lived big: drinking, dining, going to concerts and sporting events. Though Jack, healing from a relationship where he was cheated on, had her on a pedestal she resented. A shell of a man, unhappy with his own life and refusing to do his soul work, he projected his darkest demons onto her. On her birthday, in a heated argument, triggered by some trivial nonsense, he broke up with her citing “she needed to get her shit together.” After shedding many tears, she would come to realize it was he who needed to get his shit together, but she would prove him wrong anyway.

At this point, after much reflection, she could only smile about how strong it made her. It inspired her to look deep at her life, leave what did not serve her and embark on a new journey. If anything, it was a blessing.”

12th House Moon (the rest of this story is in the Comments below)