Mark Steyn’s Eternal Adolescence Lacking in Romance makes several good points about our hypersexualized (i.e. trashed) culture. But the one point that really hits hard – for me, anyway – is the point about the loss of tenderness. That’s that weird feeling which makes me go all gaga when I hear my wife’s sweet voice saying “Hi, boy!” to our pooch who is intent on greeting her. It’s the thing that lets me bend down to her, kiss her softly on the bridge of her nose and say, for the ten-thousandth time: “Did I ever tell you that I love you?”
If modern (postmodern?) behavior is essentially a series of variations on f**king, doing it, getting it on, then love, romance, tenderness are all in exile. And I weep for them all, for there is then no genuine pleasure, or growth, or maturity.
And so I hope, perhaps against hope, that it’s not as simple as Steyn portrays it.