The main affective drama in life, if one discounts the perpetual conflict between desire and a reality hostile to desire, must surely be the feeling of time slipping away.
Gordon warns that feminists’ attack on male lust, coupled with their recent penchant for “Anatomy is Destiny” arguments — i.e., women are innately wonderful, men beastly — is going to catapult us back to the days when women were supposed to be angels and men John Wayne.