You missing the crucial factor: the sun sign is not that significant. It is what is popularly siezed upon in the common ignorance, but it just ain’t so. A Libra with a number of planets in Virgo is much more likely to exhibit typical Virgo behavior than simply a Virgo sun sign.
The experiment I posited would require a vast sample base to compensate for that fact: for a tendency to surface based on sun sign alone, you would be looking for a small but significant number, and for a small number to be significant you need a very large sample. And that sample needs to be taken from the center of the sign, as far as possible from other influence.
Now, I hasten to point out that the only reason I posit such an experiment is for purposes of illustration. There are some situations that simply don’t permit a definitive empirical test, for good or ill, this is one of them.
IW suggestion above, that I bask in the luminous intelligence of his prose for 3,000 entries and then reverse-engineer his birth data is perfectly ridiculous, which he might have known had he troubled to find the meagrest information on the subject. It is the sort of “proof” demanded by those entirely secure in their opinion, unchallenged by and free from any contaminating information.
I may be wrong, but at least I know what the heck I’m talking about.
Boring personal history follows: you have been warned!
I was insulted. I was told by a smug hippy that mine was the sign of stubborn and unintelligent bulls. (Wasn’t wearing my Mensa pin, or I might have stabbed him with it.) It pissed me off, so I went looking for information to crush this dippy beneath the grinding heels of my intellect. I even went to the trouble of learning the rudiments of chart casting, not easy for a mathtard. But nobody was gonna call me stubborn and get away with it! Did one for my SO, Cancer rising, moon in Cancer. Book says a soft, round, physique with a tendency to the ah, Rubenesque. Hoo, doggies. Just a coincidence, I said. But the mighty fortress of my certainty was just the teensiest bit shaken. (She just smiled in that annoying way she had when she was suggesting that maybe smart wasn’t the whole ball game.)
And I went from there. Thing is, for a rationalist like myself, this shouldn’t work at all, there should only be hits by coincidence, and the descriptions offered were too distinct to allow for that. Its not that it worked perfectly, flawlessly. In that case I could entertain the notion that I’d gone around the bend, might as well go hunting for Mescalito in the cactus. Hits and misses, like anything else but! there shouldn’t have been any hits to speak of. Its kind of like Johnson comparing women authors to dancing dogs: not that its done well, but done at all.
So. Here a great mind overthrown. I got to a point where I could believe my own judgement and intelligence, or stick to an abstract standard of rationality. I chose my own mind, and, over all, have found the experience rewarding and interesting. (If an interested neophyte is reading, a hint: casting charts for total strangers is the only way to learn. Forget you even have a chart, or your close friends and relatives, etc. Forest and trees.)
I drifted away from practicing and teaching, such is life. Perhaps part of it was the dread certainty that sooner or later, some smug asshole would tell me for the 10,000th time about the precession of the equinoxes like he expected my jaw to drop in astonishment, and I would tear out his throat with my teeth. Not that Taureans are violent, actually quite patient and calm, but we can only take so much…
The truth is my gift. Make of it what you will.