This is the way of her tribe, the Cosmopolitans. They don’t see what’s happening around them. This past weekend, a reader of this blog passed through town, and asked if I had time for a cup of coffee. I did. He’s in his thirties, and lives in a sizable city in another Southern state. When I found out what he did for a living, it seemed to me that he is either upper middle class or close to it. I tell you that so you’ll have some context for what follows.

Somehow we got to talking about the moral collapse of the white working class in this country, and how underappreciated it is by elites in government, journalism, and elsewhere. He said that in his office, there are some white working-class women who do clerical work. They’re all in their twenties, unmarried, with one or more children, and a series of boyfriends. Tattoos all over them. Though this man’s city is in the Deep South, and is a fairly religious place compared to other cities its size elsewhere in the country, religion is an alien thing to these young women.

The man was not putting them down. To the contrary, he was simply observing the Charles Murray-ish chaos in their lives, and wondering how on earth they get out of this hole they’ve dug for themselves.

We agreed that the Sexual Revolution has devastated the working class. My visitor said that it bothers him a great deal that elites who push the Revolution in media and elsewhere seem completely oblivious to the way their values ruin the lives of working class people.