The victory of feminism created restless women—dissatisfied with home, confused about their bodies, never sufficiently honored at work—who blame society’s phobias for their problems.
Our culture has the aroma of Satanic enchantments, and Butterfield’s book has the aroma of burnt Marshwiggle.
It takes two to build and sustain a sexual constitution–and also to ruin one.
It turns out that defining yourself means un-defining everyone around you, and people are starting to notice what a ratty thing that is to do.
No institution—including the Church—is immune from feminism’s influence, so no one can ignore its deeply personal wounds.
Ideologues always overreach. While feminism, liberalism, and sexual liberation are the most prominent contenders against the family today, they are doomed to fail because of the limits Nature imposes.