After a long summer “off,” I’m back to the drawing board. As you can see, this is a new site designed as a basic blog. I still write for several news outlets, but talking directly to my readers is my favorite thing to do—so that’s what I’ve decided to do here.
This blog will be focused on marriage and the family and will not be too political. If you’re looking for that sort of thing, you can keep up with my columns at Fox News, Washington Examiner,PJ Media, or The Daily Caller. This space here is for me to write what I’m thinking when I think it and to share free content! I also want to pass on emails I believe are inspiring, like the one below.
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A few years ago in grad school, I wrote a paper in a critical theory class about how antifeminists were the ultimate subalterns. I’ve spent a lot of time feeling arrogant pity and quite a lot of venom for you and your message.
But then my twenties went on and I kept not getting along with men, even though that’s what I wanted most in the world. I slept with them, but I didn’t trust them. I loved them, but I didn’t quite recognize their humanity. Maybe this all came from subtle social indoctrination in a public university, those bastions of free thinking. I was raised Southern Baptist in a small town, and college was a breath of fresh air that I maybe bought into too much.
So now I’ve got this alt-right sweetie who is challenging everything I ever thought I knew, and I can’t get along with him so well.
So I go back to your stuff periodically, which totally pisses me off because I can’t deny the grains of truth I find there. Basically, everything in all your articles about how men and women get along is ringing true in this relationship—and retroactively in the whole story of my love life.
What I’m saying is my house is burning down, and you’re a part of it. I used to hate you, but now I’d like to be your friend. I respect you a lot. And if I ever get married, my dirty little secret will be that I followed your advice. Ouch.
But thank you, very much, for being courageous, frank, and concerned.