This morning I had a debate with myself. Ought I or not to cancel my subscription to Claremont Review of Books?
This same morning I serendipitously solved the debate through a fortunate click over to Ann Barhardt’s page.
Ann posted a link to an IMPORTANT piece from 2020 at The American Mind which is from the Claremont Institute.
This piece is about how parents, especially AWFLs (affluent white female liberals) are in effect turning their daughters into quasi-prostitutes by putting them early on contraceptives and allowing them to be exposed to every sort of perversion in sex-ed classes. The long term results, lots of really screwed up girls and a really screwed up society.
The writer, Peachy Keenan, is blunt. A few samples…
[F]or the last twenty years or so, American girls have been raised from birth to be premium dating fodder, primed from the first whiff of puberty to be Available for Sex on Saturday Night. So why are they being ghosted in droves? Abandoned and left to die alone, clutching their pets and Warren for President signs?
When it comes to sex ed, I believe in the screenwriting theory known as Chekhov’s gun: if you show a gun in the first act, it must be fired by the third. If you show kids the sex toys (and worse) in the first grade, the sex toys will be used by high school.
At an institutional level, we are creating a cursed generation of females expert at every imaginable permutation of sex with an infinite number of partners, while largely shunning the other thing, the main thing, the only thing still emitting any heat in the cold, merciless hearth of contemporary life: the dream of forming a family.
Because the shocking truth is: No one wants to wife a sex expert.
Why do AWFLS want their daughters to start dating so early? As anyone who has been involuntarily single can confirm, dating almost always totally sucks. Why do PARENTS (!) want to extend their child’s miserable dating window longer and longer, younger and younger? How many years of soul-destroying “dating” are they willing to subject their kid to? Ten years? Twenty? A lifetime of unfulfilled longing?
Shouldn’t parents be guiding children to make their dating windows as short as possible? Imagine if your entire dating history consisted of one date! It would be like pitching the perfect game in baseball. We met, went on one date, and that was it.
What happens when the 12-year-olds know more about sex than the most syphilitic Parisian madames of the 18th century? Does this ensure they will marry young and well, and be good and loving parents?
Or is it more likely that this blasted knowledge guarantees a tedious multi-decade Bataan death march through dating apps, therapists, anti-depressants, polyamorous cul-de-sacs, and (eventually) to a spiritual and biological dead end?
This is a must read, I’m afraid. It isn’t pretty but it is needed.
And I’ll save you a little time: have another window open so you can look up some of the things she mentions, cultural references, etc. I had no idea, for example, about DryBar (a hair styling place) ghosting (getting dumped after a brief time) and pleasers (high platform shoes used mainly by hookers and, I believe, certain Jesuits).
Young parents, read this. Grandparents, watching your children raise children, read this. Young people contemplating starting a family….
Claremont did us a favor by publishing it, so I think I’ll keep my subscription to their review.