You know I love to call trends and hope they catch on, like Gretchen in Mean Girls "trying to make 'fetch' happen." But I swear, phoenixes are so gonna happen or are
already happening. Of course I mean the
mythical bird that lives for a thousand years and then sets itself on fire, only to rise anew from the ashes. It's a hot (sorry) symbol for our troubled times and lately I'm feeling the synchronicity. First a certain Scorpio (a sign also represented by the phoenix) friend considered covering a certain permanent body adornment with a big, charred bird tattoo. Then the band Phoenix came out with a new
single and album and performed on SNL. Then General Motors announced its
phaseout of the entire Pontiac line, but since their most awesomest model EVER was the Firebird, do we really believe it's for good? Naw.

Finally we're all atwitter (no, not
on Twitter. NEVER!) about the
Doris Duke auction and went to its preview today in New Jersey. Double D, the Scorpio tobacco heiress who *accidentally*
killed her decorator with a Chrysler station wagon, had
menageries of the animal, tchotchke and wardrobe varieties. Check out this FABULOUS phoenix-printed scarf made by Christian Dior for Miss Duke:
"Happy wishes" indeed! And I believe it was the incomparable, indomitable Mary Louise Parker (whose cad of a baby daddy Billy Crudup left her at seven months preggo for that coat hanger Claire Danes) who said at the end of John Grisham's "The Client":
"Phoenix ... Sure do like the sound of that."
And then she got her house in Arizona with a walk-in closet thanks to the Witness Protection Program.
See?