It's the end of sex as we know it

As we summit the tipping point between identity politics and culture war, keeping track of the psychosexualethnographic factions claiming to be microagressed is so preoccupying that even George R.R. Martin is probably saying, “Whoa. Whoa. This is getting pretty convoluted.” Most sane people can blissfully ignore the academic debates surrounding this look-at-me-I’m-the-most-special-snowflake factionalism, but there are a few notable exceptions. The current crop of feminists have become particularly shrill, perhaps in proportion to how unrepresentative they are. But they shouldn’t be ignored for one reason in particular: They are trying to ruin sex as we know it.

Where feminism once promised sexual liberation, as a social movement it’s become so birdbrained it no longer even knows what sex is or how two people have it. (It’s a foregone conclusion that the why of sex is lost on them as well.) By now, most men are accustomed to feminists railing against their tools of oppression, but these days if you don’t show due deference to a woman’s penis—well, that’s when all hell breaks loose.