PART ONE
The Sexual State
CHAPTER 1
The Misery of Modern Life
The greatest disease in the West today is not TB or leprosy; it is being unwanted, unloved, and uncared for. We can cure physical diseases with medicine, but the only cure for loneliness, despair, and hopelessness is love. There are many in the world who are dying for a piece of bread but there are many more dying for a little love. The poverty in the West is a different kind of povertyāit is not only a poverty of loneliness but also of spirituality. Thereās a hunger for love, as there is a hunger for God.
āSaint Teresa of Calcutta, A Simple Path
This book is about the ideology of the Sexual Revolution, the havoc it has created in the lives of its victims, and why we have been unable to make the connection between the two up until now. Once you see the connections, youāll never be the same.
Let me introduce you to a few people who have been harmed by the Sexual Revolution. Elise is an actual little girl. Todd and Annette are composites of many people I have known. Perhaps you know similar people.
Elise is a six-year-old who lives with her grandmother and whose mother had a baby with someone other than Eliseās father.
āI hate Thanksgiving. I hate it when my mom comes with her new baby and her new boyfriend. I donāt feel like eating. Why do I have to live with my grandma? How come they are all fussing over the stupid new baby? Why doesnāt my mom love me? Why does that dumb new baby get to live with her and I donāt?
āI hate Christmas. I could just bust up this idiotic Christmas tree. Why canāt I go home with my mom? Why does that loser baby get to live with her mom and dad and I donāt? I donāt even have a dad, I guess. I hate all this āBabyās First Christmasā crap. I donāt care about any of the stupid presents. Where is my dad? Why doesnāt he love me? Why doesnāt my mom love me? Why doesnāt anybody want me?
āMy grandma is nice, I guess, but I want my mom. Iām mad at my mom, but she isnāt here. She went back to her house with her boyfriend and their baby. Grandma is here. Iām going to make life hell for Grandma. I think Iāll break something. Maybe scream. Maybe throw stuff. Maybe Grandma will tell my mom to come and get me and take me back to her house to live with her where I belong.ā
Elise canāt put all this into words of course. She expresses herself with her actions precisely because she cannot express her feelings with words. Her grandma (who is an acquaintance of mine) tells me that Elise is angry and acts out after every family holiday get together. For about a week after family holidays, she wets her bed every night, every time.
Todd is a thirty-something pipe fitter whose wife moved out and left him with three small children to care for.
āI love my kids. Iād do anything for them. My wife left the family without a word, without any warning, four years ago. I had no idea where she was and did not hear anything from her. Now she has come back. She says she has āfound herself.ā She also āfoundā a new boyfriend who has a better job than I do. The kids are happy to see her, but they donāt trust her love. They want to believe she will be there for them, but how can they believe it?
āShe took me to court over custody. I worked up a whole detailed statement for the court. I explained why I should continue to keep the kids, stating that I am willing to give her reasonable visitation, explaining that we had no contact with her at all for four years. No birthday cards, no phone calls, nothing. The judge took five minutes to decide that the mother should have custody and I should get visitation. I have to pay child support. My ex-wife is not marrying the new boyfriend, because she doesnāt want his income counted, but she is living with him.
āMy twelve-year-old son is old enough that he can remember when his mom used to live with us. He said, āDad, I hate it that mom is in bed with another man. You should be in bed with her.ā
āMy eight-year-old daughter has lost her appetite and is losing weight. My younger son is angry at school. The teacher called me and said he is acting up at school. I told him I couldnāt do much about it: he is living with his mother now. I tried to talk to my wifeāI guess I should say his mother; she isnāt exactly my wife anymore is she? Anyhow, I tried to talk to her. She said not to worry. He will get over it. He will adjust. And he will be going to a new school soon anyhow, and everyone will forget all about him punching other kids and breaking stuff at the old school.
āI know āreal menā arenāt supposed to cry. But I am heartbroken and just plain broke, financially and otherwise.ā
Lynette is a fifty-something unmarried childless lawyer.
āI thought I could āhave it all.ā After all, the men get to be fathers and have careers. I poured myself into my career. I always thought I would get married and have children. But I wanted to pay off my law school debt and make partner at the firm first.
āBy the time I did all that, I realized I was almost forty. So I tried to focus more on dating and finding a husband. I really didnāt want to be a single mother. And I really didnāt want to go through life alone. So I created a six-month plan for finding a husband. But it didnāt work out. I couldnāt really find a suitable guy. I donāt know why.
āWhen I was forty, I decided to do IVF (in vitro fertilization) with donor sperm. No one told me how unlikely a pregnancy is if you are over forty. After multiple cycles, and two miscarriages, I finally gave up when I was forty-three. Only then did I find a study that said that women aged forty-one to forty-two, using their own fresh eggs, have only a 5.8 percent chance of having a live baby and that women aged forty-three to forty-four have a 2.7 percent chance per initiated cycle. The IVF clinic gave me higher numbers.1 Only after I read that study did I realize that their āsuccess ratesā were pregnancies, not live births. My two miscarriages counted as āsuccessesā in their eyes.
āNo one told me I would want a baby so much. It seems so unfair. Some of the men in my firm are fathering children, even when they are my age. And the ones who arenāt having kids donāt seem to care. I looked at the childless men in my firm and concluded that having kids was an optional add-on to a successful life. I had no idea that being a childless woman would feel so different to me than being a childless man seems to feel to the guys.
āIām seeing my sisters with kids who are pretty much grown up now. I see my younger relatives getting married and starting families. I used to look down on them because they were not ambitious about their careers or education. Maybe the joke is on me. My career is great, and I should be happy. But I feel empty.ā
It is the best of times; it is the worst of times. Despite all our technological and medical success, life in the modern world is lonely, trying, and long. For example, an article called āThe Age of Anxiety? Birth Cohort changes in Anxiety and Neuroticism, 1952-1993ā shows that childrenās anxiety and neuroticism have increased between 1952 and 1993. The average child in the 1980s reported more anxiety than child psychiatric patients in the 1950s. A study called āThe Paradox of Declining Female Happinessā shows that womenās happiness declined both absolutely and relative to men between the 1970s and the turn of the century.2
Let me tell you about a few more people I know. I imagine you know people like these.
Ben
Ben is married and has three children. When Ben was thirty-five, his father decided to divorce his mother for another woman. His father began spending holidays with his new wife and her children and grandchildren. He lost interest in Ben and his siblings and their children. Ben tells me, āMy mom lost her husband. I lost my father. My children lost their grandfather.ā
But Benās father is free.
Bethany and Joe
Bethanyās husband, Joe, is a pornography addict. He lost interest in her and their children. He divorced her. He moved in with another woman. Their children visit him and his live-in girlfriend. He no longer has any respect for the religion in which he and Bethany had their children baptized.
Bethany told me, āRaising my children with the values I thought their father and I shared has become a constant struggle. When Joe and I married, I never expected that I would be sending our children to stay with a man who is a constant pornography user and who is living with a girlfriend. The Joe I married would not have stood for such a thing. And now he has become that thing.
āEarning a living and supporting and caring for the kids is tough. Iām living a day-to-day grind at the time of my life when I thought I would be most enjoying my children. I donāt know what I would do without the moral and practical support of my parents. They moved closer so they could help me.ā
But Joe is free.
Katrina and Michael
Katrina is a good Catholic woman with three children. Her husband, Michael, divorced her when their youngest was in high school. The boy began acting out in rages and breaking things, not unusual for children of divorce.
Michael traveled a lot for his job. While overseas, he met another woman with whom he became enamored. She was the reason for the divorce.
Katrina told me, āIt turned out that Michael had a brain tumor. I took care of him when he was in the hospital and recovering. His new girlfriend was nowhere to be seen. He was not entirely in his right mind, but when he got out of the hospital, he was still adamant about the divorce. He bought me out of my half of our house and moved his new girlfriend and her family members into our family home. They got green cards out of the deal somehow. Iām now living with my in-laws. They are mortified by their sonās behavior. They are still very dear to me. And Iām still dear to them. That really means a lot to me.ā
If Michael had made a will while he had a brain tumor, a disinherited relative could have challenged it in probate court in a heartbeat. Divorce is different. He wanted a divorce. He dissipated all the accumulated wealth of his marriage, broke up his family, broke his wifeās heart, and broke his sonās spirit. He got his divorce.
But Michael is free.
Tom and Genevieve
Tomās mother was married and divorced twice. Neither of these men was Tomās father. Tom has one half-sister. Neither of his motherās husbands was her father either. Tom has never really had much of a relationship with his father.
Tom married a woman named Genevieve, whose motherās first husband was sterile. So she and her husband adopted a child from a foreign country. Later, they decided to have another child through anonymous donor conception. That was Genevieve.
When Genevieve was eight, her mother and her husband divorced. The husband wanted shared custody of the adopted child but not of Genevieve. Genevieveās mother remarried and had a son with her second husband.
Genevieve told me, āI wish I knew my father. I searched and found him. But he is dead. My mother has a hard time understanding why I want to know about my father. She feels that I should be grateful to be alive and stop worrying about my father. But he is half of who I am.ā
Tom told me, āWe want to have a large family. Neither Genevieve nor I have a relationship with a father. Neither of us has a full-blooded sibling. We want our children to have the experience of brotherhood and sisterhood.ā
But their parents were free.
Here are a few more brief snapshots of people I know. Everyone in this first group has something in common.
ā¢The depressed teenage girl who canāt figure out why she is unhappy over her hook-ups. The adults in her life taught her that having as much sex as she wants will make her feel empowered.
ā¢The college woman jaded about her sex life. She doesnāt expect much in the way of attention or commitment. She only expects to be a āfriend with benefits.ā But she wonders why he gets the ābenefitsā and she doesnāt get much friendship.
ā¢The young man who doesnāt want to be a āplayer.ā He would like to have a relationship with a girl that isnāt based on sex. But the girls around him seem to expect sexual come-ons from him. And the guys around him are strutting. He knows he isnāt gay, but still, he quietly wonders if there is something wrong with him.
ā¢The unmarried woman whose contraception fails. She would have preferred not to be a single mother. But the childās father wonāt commit or is not a suitable marriage partner. She doesnāt want an abortion: she wants her child. She was taught that as long as she used āprotection,ā she could have sex without negative consequences.
ā¢The men who have sex with men, abbreviated in the medical literature as MSM. The normal public health protocols designed to protect people from the spread of sexually transmitted infections have never been applied to MSM. Standard public health measures for sexually transmitted infections usually include things like partner notification, mandatory testing, and public awareness campaigns to encourage people to have fewer sexual partners. Anal sex, a common sexual practice among MSM, is so dangerous that the US surgeon general declared it āsimply too risky to practice.ā This statement is seldom publicized. As a result of this pattern of neglect, MSM acquire STIs at substantially increased rates over other groups.3
ā¢The cohabiting woman who spends years in a relationship with a boyfriend who wonāt commit.
ā¢The woman who had an abortion years ago. All the reasons she gave herself for exercising her āright to chooseā have come to sound hollow to her. No one takes her and her regrets seriously: not her counselors, not her friends, not her boyfriends (who all too often become ex-boyfriends), and sometimes, not even her pastor.
ā¢The woman who experiences side effects from her contraception. Headaches, weight gain, loss of libido, and irritability are among the more common complaints. The less common problems are more serious: increased risk of heart attacks, strokes, glaucoma, diabetes, and cancer. Some of these āacceptable risksā have been directly implicated in the deaths of several women. Yet no one in power seems interested in justice for these victims.
ā¢The man who literally believes he is āentitled...