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Britain's birthrates have been collapsing for a long time, as a direct result of the s**ual revolution. "British" will cease to be a meaningful category in the next 30 or 40 years because of that, unless Hungarian-level efforts to restore British family life are enacted. (Probably some Victorian era social mores, too.)
As an American (without a drop of English blood to my name, unless you count the stuff on the hands of my Nordic and Irish ancestors), I have to say I'll miss Britishness. The land of Churchill and Shakespeare, of the King James Bible and the Book of Common Prayer, of the Royal Society and the Industrial Revolution, of Magna Carta and the Glorious Revolution, of Elgar and Holst, of Wellington and Nelson, of CS Lewis and Tolkien, and the "few" from Agincourt to Rourke's Drift to the Blitz' RAF -- how anyone can look at British history and not wish to dedicate their lives to keeping these grand traditions alive, is completely beyond me.
The generations waiting in the wings have their own ideas about contemporary British culture, and I have to say the ones who hold your latter-day lack of morals as beneath contempt, are entirely justified in their appraisal of you. Whoever is the successor to the current generation calling Britain home, whether that successor had ancestors there or not, will look at the current moral values as deeply stupid, self-destructive, and demonstrably inferior to the morals of the generations who will come after. "Pride cometh before a destruction", is absolutely true - the Victorians had it right, and you all have it wrong.
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"The S**ual Revolution can't be undone"
Wrong. Regency-era social mores were very similar to the social mores of today (including flamboyant transvestism), and despite the technological discovery of how to work latex effectively, next up in the queue of social movements was the Victorian Era.
The Victorian Era happened because the children (like Victoria and Albert) of promiscuous people have profoundly worse lives than the children of morally upright people. We're seeing the pendulum swing now as well, in spite of huge propaganda efforts to impede true progress on this point.
Immoral people make bad times, bad times make moral people (suffering leads to endurance, endurance to character, character to hope, as St. Paul teaches), moral people make good times, good times make immoral people, on and on it goes...
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What liberated women? Not washing machines, not "great" feminists, not birth control -- It's plumbing, vaccines, and antibiotics.
Back when infant mortality rates were 50% and up, if you had told any woman that being a society photographer was a higher calling than doing whatever she could to keep children alive, she would have called you a fool.
The plain fact is that while it's unquestionably a good thing that women doing traditional women's work doesn't have such shocking stakes anymore, we've completely overshot what need to be the norms of a generationally successful society. Norms need to be something like, "Women should contribute to society and their own lives by pursuing their talents outside the home, but not to the exclusion of having two, maybe three kids."
Any real adult discussion should be about how loosely or strictly those norms need to be enforced, and by what means, to achieve a stable population. Most of what we have now is just adolescent whinging - a desire to stay stuck at one stage of life, never making any progress, never achieving any kind of maturity.
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@mariaadams7339 I think we should start helping these people psychologically again, figuring out where this delusion is coming from, instead of absolutely refusing to do so.
When I listen to conservative commentators say, "drag shows are by nature highly sexualized", I think to myself, "That's not right. What about all the old cartoons and comedy shows where the guy put a ratty mop on his head and a calico dress on, then ran around with a cracking falsetto voice, wagging his finger at people?"
If you're a little kid and whether you eat (or get to see your friends, or any other good thing you want) depends on keeping a scolding old woman happy, you could develop a fear of that kind of femininity. An urge to imitate or play-act what you're afraid of to understand it better, is something kids do all the time (pretending to be a roaring lion, or similar.)
Fast forward fifteen years or so, and the good thing you want that women gatekeep has changed. The fear and confusion about keeping a woman happy to get what you want, focuses on a different aspect of femininity. So, you see guys resorting to play-acting again, this time of a different archetype.
I suspect that "trans" is a type of phobia - fear of the opposite sex, or perhaps fear of being your own sex. (Ellen Page's experiences with Harvey Weinstein probably gave her both.)
The tragedy here is, even roleplaying won't truly give an individual understanding of another individual - our consciousnesses are separate.
I suspect treating this like any other kind of phobia could lead to desistance (which happens in 90%+ of cases) much more rapidly, and before people do permanent damage to themselves.
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This will not end with Canada, even if Trudeau does not fall tomorrow.
THE KNIGHT came home from the quest,
Muddied and sore he came.
Battered of shield and crest,
Bannerless, bruised and lame.
Fighting we take no shame,
Better is man for a fall.
Merrily borne, the bugle-horn
Answered the warder’s call:—
“Here is my lance to mend (Haro!),
Here is my horse to be shot!
Ay, they were strong, and the fight was long;
But I paid as good as I got!”
“Oh, dark and deep their van,
That mocked my battle-cry.
I could not miss my man,
But I could not carry by:
Utterly whelmed was I,
Flung under, horse and all.”
Merrily borne, the bugle-horn
Answered the warder’s call!
“My wounds are noised abroad;
But theirs my foemen cloaked.
Ye see my broken sword—
But never the blades she broke;
Paying them stroke for stroke,
Good handsel over all.”
Merrily borne, the bugle-horn
Answered the warder’s call!
“My shame ye count and know.
Ye say the quest is vain.
Ye have not seen my foe.
Ye have not told his slain.
Surely he fights again, again;
But when ye prove his line,
There shall come to your aid my broken blade
In the last, lost fight of mine!
And here is my lance to mend (Haro!),
And here is my horse to be shot!
Ay, they were strong, and the fight was long;
But I paid as good as I got!”
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