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  1. It’s a brave new world, divorcing sex from feelings, and the genders from each other (in the name of equality).

  2. It is voluntary genocide. It is an integral aspect of the civilization paradox, where once proscribed dysfunctional behaviors are eventually normalized. It is a progressive devaluation of human life. There is a reason why prostitution is considered immoral. It has a basis in the natural order, specifically evolutionary fitness.

    Oh, well. Clearly recreational sex is a human rights priority.

  3. All the preferences and prejudices of the 66ers are the main memes pushed by the popular media these days.

  4. Ugh, so glad I’m married!
    And this type of thinking/living not only impacts the ability to create stable. long-term relationships (the foundation for a family), but it leads to nonsense like “Slut Walks” and this:http://tinyurl.com/cr4q978
    Grrrrl power, indeed!

  5. I’m a bit bewildered, having discovered that this article originated in Fox News Magazine.

    Promoting sex without feelings is the direct result of abortion on demand… for both women and men. After all, if the man has no legal say in the disposition of the ‘fetus’, why should he bear responsibility?

    I find it interesting, if not surprising, that the liberal left hasn’t a problem with the ‘unfairness’ inherent to the position that the man has no say in the survival of his offspring prior to birth but that he bears financial responsibility, if the woman decides to have the baby.

    Is it any wonder that, facing that level of hypocrisy, so many young men feel no sense of responsibility?

    The level of denial and willful rationalization that the liberal left engages in, so as to avoid making the connection between abortion on demand, sex divorced from consequence, single motherhood and absent fathers is mindboggling.

    It also reveals an intentional hypocrisy; a complete lack of caring and indifference to the welfare of children and future generations.

    That hypocrisy is understandable from the committed leftist, as they wish to destroy the social infrastructure of America.

    Liberals however, who purport to ‘care’ about children, yet willfully refuse to face the consequential results of the social policies they advocate… are merely contemptible.

  6. Laura Cannon makes the perfect case for not intermixing the sexes in the military.

    We had WAVES in the Navy in my day. They were segregated from the male sailors for the most part. They mostly did adminstrative duties. When I had an office of all women, the work was done efficiently and well. When I had an office with all men, the work was done efficiently and well. When I had an office with mixed males and females, the work was not done as well or as effcieintly. There was too much sexual tension.

    One of the best kept secrets of the modern Navy is the fact that so many young women (about 60%) sent to sea aboard ships, get knocked up. It is costing the Navy plenty in the way of lost efficiency and extra medical expense. But it is what the powers that be (The civilian honchos) want, and the political flag officers will not or cannot stand up to them. It is a travesty. How in hades did we manage to put together an efficient fighting force and win some wars, (WWI, WWII, Korea) when there was separation of the sexes and all those tough “rules” that Laura Cannon finds so objectionable? To serve in the military means you should exert discipline and self control – even of your lust.

    Sex is a wonderful, pleasurable thing, and is most important to the survival of the species. However, casual sex and uncontrolled lust eventually lead to the breakdown of the values needed to sustain a society. To every young hedonist hopping from bed to bed and hook up to hook up, I wish I could show him/her a movie of what their old age will be like. Their physical attractiveness gone, no reliable, loving partner to share their life with, no children or grandchildren to dote on, they might see the bitter harvest of their single-minded pursuit of pleasure.

  7. JJ,

    Not a big fan of country western music but when its good, its good. So in keeping with your comment I offer;

    Yesterday, When I Was Young
    by Roy Clark

    lyrics:

    Seems the love I’ve known has always been
    The most destructive kind
    Yes, that’s why now I feel so old
    Before my time.

    Yesterday when I was young
    The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
    I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
    The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
    The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
    I’d always built to last on weak and shifting sand.
    I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
    And only now I see how the years ran away.

    Yesterday when I was young
    So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
    So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
    And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
    I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
    I never stopped to think what life was all about
    And every conversation I can now recall
    Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.

    — Instrumental —

    Yesterday the moon was blue
    And every crazy day brought something new to do.
    I used my magic age as if it were a wand
    And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
    The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
    And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died.
    The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
    And only I am left on stage to end the play.

    There are so many songs in me that won’t be sung,
    I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
    The time has come for me to pay for
    Yesterday when I was young…

  8. Geoffrey Britain:

    Ah, well you can increase your admiration, because guess what? It’s not a country western song 🙂 (I happen to like a lot of country western music, by the way—perhaps another foretaste of my incipient conservatism):

    Aznavour wrote it in 1961, and then it was translated into a lot of languages.

    Including English.

  9. neo,

    How delightful. I wondered, as its not a traditional country western song but failed to investigate.

    Have you discovered one of my very most favorite country western artists, Don Williams? When my daughter was but a babe and feeling ‘colicky’ (teething?), I’d dance her to sleep in my arms to his records. In country western terms, he defines mellow, heart felt music. As solid and sincere as the heartland gets.

    My favorite by him; I Believe in You

  10. Wow, I haven’t thought about that song in years. I remember it being popular when I was a kid in the late 60s, but I don’t remember whose version was most popular. I never associated it with Roy Clark.

    I didn’t pay attention to the lyrics at the time. (Of course not; I was young.) Those are great lyrics.

  11. “But I believe in love. I believe in babies. I believe in Mom and Dad. And I believe in you.”

    Oh how I believe in babies. I believe in my babies now grown into adults and I believe in my grandchildren growing day by day. I absolutely believe in babies, everyone’s babies. And most of all I believe in my sweetheart until I cease to breathe the atmosphere.

  12. Steve: Kretzmer wrote the English lyrics, which are not a literal translation of Aznavour’s original French lyrics but rather an interpretation of them rendered into English rhyming verse. So did Kretzmer “write” the lyrics? Well, sort of. His lyrics are quite good, I think.

    Here are the original French lyrics by Aznavour and a literal English translation. I’m presenting the literal English translation from that page so you can see how Kretzmer took the original French lyrics and then changed them somewhat to fit his needs:

    Only yesterday
    I was twenty years old
    I caressed time
    I enjoyed life
    Like one savours love
    And I lived for the night
    Without counting my days
    That were wasting away with time

    I’ve made so many plans
    That never came to life
    I’ve build on so many hopes
    That withered away
    I will stay lost
    Not knowing where to go
    The eyes are searching the sky
    But the heart is tied to the ground

    Only yesterday
    I was twenty years old
    I’ve wasted the time
    Thinking I could make it stop
    And in order to retain it
    Or even get ahead of it
    I did nothing but to run
    And I ran out of breath

    Ignoring the past
    Conjugating only in the future tense
    I preceded
    Every conversation
    And I spoke my mind
    I only wanted to do good
    By criticizing the world
    With insolence

    Only yesterday
    I was twenty years old
    But I’ve wasted my time
    By doing foolish things
    That had me take off
    Nothing specific
    Except for some wrinkles on my forehead
    And fear of boredom

    All my romances are dead
    Before they even existed
    My friends have left
    And won’t come back
    Through my fault
    I’ve build an empty space around me
    I’ve wasted my life
    And my youthful days

    The best and the worst
    By throwing away the best
    I let my smiles go stiff
    And benumed my fears
    Where are they now
    At this moment my twenty years

  13. neo-neocon: What’s more, it seemed plausible that the act of sex and especially orgasm causes women to release a hormone that enhances bonding.

    I’ve known since, well, since the first time …that something like this had to be happening.

    Men react to that hormone. If they’re paying attention, they’re aware of it. But even if they’re not, they react.

    Sex …bonds you. One to one. It doesn’t go away.

    Multiple partners screw with that.

    But it doesn’t stop the reaction. At all.

  14. @Davisbr:
    When younger, it had that effect on me.
    I’d date a girl, it would happen and I was surprised that the relationship was not as meaningful to her.
    I realize now after reading this and your comment:
    1: She was emotionally detached in general (as the article Neo linked to references)
    2: She didn’t really have an orgasm. Ouch.

  15. @Ed.

    Yeah.

    …and years later, the hormonally triggered raw emotion remains, etched in your soul, and imprinted deeply into your physical memory. Like an old war wound, that never quite heals.

    They’re all there yet, distilled into the essence of memories that no balm can soothe. No distance can ameliorate

    You live a dream; you could have lived a song.

    O’ youthful folly, thine be whose perfidy be n’er o’ercast. Could thou but check my present lamentations.

    And finally to come to the latter part of life to discover …it was all a mystical chemistry of magical scent released by a Darwinian imperative?

    Jeezus.

  16. Oh, Don Williams, I haven’t thought about him in years! I used to jokingly refer to him as “Velvet Tonsils” with one of my friends who was a big fan. My favorite of his is “Lord, I hope this day is good.”

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