Conservatives cataloging the unhappy results of Americas permanent sexual revolution could do worse than to make Slates Dear Prudence column appointment reading. Just prepare for some bleeding from the eyeballs. <\/p>\n
Dear Prudence, which runs several times a week and is written, in its current iteration, by author Mallory Ortberg (Texts from Jane Eyre), is consistently one of Slates most-visited pages. Though Ortberg herself is the spiritual descendant of such traditionalagony aunts as Amy Dickinson (Ask Amy) and Eppie Lederer (Ann Landers), her Prudence has found its niche by dispensing advice that is at once clickbait-friendly (the most outrageous question is always the lede) and perfectly calibrated, in its unbending sexual permissiveness, to win the Lefts approval. As one wag in the comments section recently put it (in slightly amended fashion), if Dear Abby is where one goes to read about thank-you notes and families fighting over beach houses, Dear Prudence is where one struggles to keep up with the ever-evolving politics surrounding polyamory and trans. <\/p>\n
Now, about those scare quotes. <\/p>\n
One of the delights of reading Dear Prudence the experience is by no means without its pleasures is witnessing the pushback from some of the columns less enlightened fans. For every three readers applauding Ortbergs refusal to be appalled by, e.g., brothersister incest (except, predictably, to the extent that it harms a third party), there are one or two who still bless their deplorable hearts put trans in quotation marks. The effect, though decidedly dissonant, is on balance reassuring: Ortbergs Prudence dispenses increasingly ridiculous progressive orthodoxies, and a not insignificant portion of her audience, well, laughs at them. <\/p>\n
Consider, for example, last Mondays column, in which a bisexual graduate student (the Platonic ideal of a Dear Prudence advice-seeker) wrote in to ask if she should abandon her long-term mnage trois now that Dave and Sue, the husband and wife with whom she resided, were expecting a child together and had begun to ostracize her. Ortberg was as helpful as one can be while thinking and speaking exclusively in amoral, activist-culture clichs (This is not a safe situation for you), but a number of her readers took a sterner tack. It doesnt surprise me, wrote Naturefist in the comments section, that the married couple doesnt want to bring their bisexual f*** buddy to a church baby shower. Another reader, Timberhitch, agreed: Theres a reason why extramarital relations are frowned upon in every society Ive heard of. Timberhitch overstates the case, perhaps (has he or she met the French?), but the point remains a good one: Regular people the great unwashed, in Edmund Burkes oft-repeated phrase know both instinctively and by hard experience that to live as the sexual Left preaches is to enter a world of confusion, heartbreak, and deep, abiding dissatisfaction. <\/p>\n
Not that one would guess any of that by reading Ortbergs responses. <\/p>\n
Like its parent, Slate, Dear Prudence exists seemingly to reassure progressives that their path is the only true and right one. In service of this project, Ortberg presides over a fiefdom in which all official correspondence every conclusion reached in the column proper is unfailingly, sometimes dizzyingly, correct. <\/p>\n
Examples of this phenomenon are too numerous to count, but three recent exchanges provide a flavor: the young transgender woman who ought, in Ortbergs view, to estrange himself from his family should the latter choose not to refer to [him] by [his] actual name and cease to intentionally misgender [him]; the letter-writer who wondered if she was bisexual enough to inform her live-in boyfriend (Ortbergs answer: Theres no bisexual critical mass [that] someone has to achieve in order to justify coming out); and the mother who made the mistake of asserting that she still love[s] her [daughter] even if she is gay. When you tell someone, I still love you even if you are gay, Ortberg replied, what you are really saying is this: Obviously being gay is worse than being straight. It would be an obstacle in the way of my love for you, but I am willing to overlook it. <\/p>\n
The problem with these cubes of p.c. baloney aside from the fact that, if heeded, theyre likely to leave Ortbergs readers in worse shape is that their cumulative effect is to move acceptable discourse (indeed, acceptable thought) ever leftward. Because Ortberg makes pronouncements rather than arguments when discussing the latest trends in gender and sexuality, the casual reader could be forgiven for believing that the argument has already happened somewhere, that the Left won, and that the only remaining thing is to climb on board. In other words, Dear Prudence is dangerous because it does precisely what advice columns have always done: It shapes its readers sense of what is proper, what is expected, and what is owed. That, in doing so, it sneaks just ahead of popular opinion while implicitly presenting itself as mainstream is, of course, exactly the point. <\/p>\n
Which is why those comments sections are so important. <\/p>\n
Tucked alongside the relativism with which some readers responded to the aforementioned sibling-incest query (If they were both adults its icky but not wrong) was a good deal of feedback that, while perhaps exaggerated (Brother\/sister unions are the sort of ick that should be put down with ironfisted force and severe public humiliation), was at least sane. Yes, Internet debates can be crass, counter-productive, and unkind. Yes, they can bring out the worst in people. But its a big, unruly, heterogeneous country out there, still, despite the efforts of Prudence et al. <\/p>\n
Sometimes its helpful to be reminded of that fact. <\/p>\n
READ MORE: Cleaning Sidewalks Might be Offensive, Apparently Bikini Wax Exam Question Gets Professor Accused of Sexual Harassment Evergreen State Asks Profs to Take Students Feelings into Account When Grading <\/p>\n
Graham Hillard teaches English and creative writing at Trevecca Nazarene University. <\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Follow this link:<\/p>\n
Bad Advice: The Exquisite Political Correctness of Slate's 'Dear Prudence' - National Review<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Conservatives cataloging the unhappy results of Americas permanent sexual revolution could do worse than to make Slates Dear Prudence column appointment reading. Continue reading