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The Death of Expertise (source: Amazon)

I bought this book yesterday. Actually, I bought two books yesterday. I also paid for an electronic copy of my own book, “Star Struck Style,” so that I could have it on my tablet in an easily-accessible, portable format.

I went to bed a little early and started to read my own book — something I haven’t done since I published it. I got through the first chapter feeling nothing but pride with what I had published almost two-and-a-half years ago. Like an actor who flinches at his own image on the silver screen, I can be especially hard on myself for absolutely no reason. Thankfully, all I felt when I read the Aries chapter was a sense of accomplishment. I’m really good at what I do.

After that, I read the introduction to “The Death of Expertise.” Two things jumped out at me. First, there was a typo on one of the first pages. I get so paranoid when I find typos in things that I’ve published that I even made a preemptory apology in the introduction to my own book just in case I did make a mistake or two. It’s ridiculous. Everyone makes mistakes. I need to be happy with myself for be able to recognize most of the mistakes I make before I hit the “publish” button.

The next thing that jumped out at me was the author’s confidence in what he was committing to the page. I saw that confidence reflected in my own work. It made me happy.

Strangely, while all of this was going on, transiting Mercury was in opposition to my natal Neptune. That’s not an aspect that I would equate with a clear “reflection.” In fact, I would interpret it as something that could lead to a brief period of tremendous self-delusion.

But it didn’t. I woke up this morning feeling even more confident in what I saw in myself yesterday. I might have a difficult time checking out my reflection sometimes, but I do like what I see. In fact, I am so happy with my “expertise” in the field of fashion astrology that I was able to write not one, but two books on the subject just to prove to anyone who is watching that I am the expert. No one holds a candle to me.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go read “The Death of Expertise” so that I can try to figure out why I allow the voices of stupid people to get into my head even when I know that their opinions are worthless. Even if I don’t get the answer in this book, it’s a step in the right direction.

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