Sluttiness: why I don't like it.

I’ve heard feminists argue that slut-shaming was once a tool used by misogynists to keep women down. Proceeding on that premise, they argue the only appropriate course of action is to embrace sexual liberty and have lots of sex.

That’s where they lose me.

If you are upset about injustices of the past, upset by the fact that our great grandfathers didn’t let our great grandmothers have promiscuous sex without threat of chastisement, so be it. But to go on a crusade of vengeance, to sleep with every guy you meet in the name of “sexual liberty” is nothing but reactionary. You are answering bad behavior with more bad behavior.

Women who live promiscuous lives are usually not successful businesswomen, academics, or devoted mothers. They’re typically selfish brats who view life as an endless carousel of earthly delight and instant gratification. They are me-monsters, embodying greed for attention and behavior that is at best defended by saying “it’s no one’s business” and at worst puts them at risk for a horrifying disease.

Sex is intimacy, sex is bonding. You do yourself a disservice by reducing it to just the physical act.

 

To have a happy, cohesive family is the arguably greatest thing you can do for society. And to give our children a worthwhile future we must press upon them the importance of virtue, true virtue. The virtues of hard work, conservation, kindness, compassion, thrift, and yes, modesty. A code of morality derived from an understanding of human nature, bolstered by a desire to be a part of a well adjusted, highly functional society.

Vacuous hedonists do nothing for family, their community, their fellow man. They only consume. Drugs, alcohol, sex, welfare. STDs aren’t the only plague they release on society: if we condone this behavior we condone a slide into irresponsibility. We release future generations from a practical code of morality and in doing so, harm them greatly.