That’s showbiz, baby.
Taylor Swift’s 12th studio album, “The Life of a Showgirl,” has been delivered unto us.
Because sometimes we get nice things — and because this gal is nothing if not an Easter egg birthing, number-venerating architect of her own mythos — 12 tracks happen to perfectly align with the dozen signs of the zodiac.
Blame it on a childhood spent huffing the pine and promise of Christmas trees, my friends: the girl has a plan.
