March 27, 2023

Dear Generation Z gender warrior,

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So you’ve realized that American culture has lost its mind when it comes to gender and sex.  Welcome to the club.

The left’s crusade to redefine sex and gender has spawned a new generation of dissenters.  This new crop differs vastly from the libertarian Millennials who dominated the conservative movement before.  Think of Chaya Raichik, the person behind “Libs of TikTok.”  The new social warriors are savvy about social media and committed to social issues that Republicans shied away from.

Since the USA is exporting its gender ideology as aggressively as the Soviets sought to graft their class ideology, those who resist American exceptionalism see matters more clearly.  When criticizing Charlie Kirk, young critics blasted him for highlighting Trump’s promotion of pro-sodomy laws in Africa.  These strains depart from lazy generations like my own (I am in my fifties), which mindlessly invoked patriotism, supported “the troops,” and recited anticommunist pieties steeped in American double-standards.

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Whether they want advice from an aging “get off my lawn” crank or not, I’ll offer a few words of encouragement and experience.

The Lost Generation of conservatives

First, let me explain where I am coming from.  I entered the political fray with a wonderful career as a professor.  I got tenure ten years ago in California.  Because I spoke out on conservative issues, I lost it all.  Without belaboring details, left-wing activists mercilessly shredded my career, and conservative Christians abandoned me en masse.

A lot of this reflected generational experience.

Many people my age wanted to protect the family unit because of how we grew up.  As kids in the 1970s, we were raised in a largely divorced America.  We did not have helicopter parents.  Nor did many of us have dads who took us out fishing or moms who made lunch for us every day.  The people who raised us maintained the tough love of earlier up-by-your-bootstraps generations, except that they neglected us, so we didn’t have bootstraps.  I heard someone describe us as “feral,” and that’s fair.  Whenever I join ’80s fan groups, I am struck with how rugged, tattooed, pierced, and crazy all the middle-aged profile pics look.

Generation X got squeezed: on our right, between the country-club Boomers and the frat-boy chic of the Millennials; on our left, between the pot-smoking hippies of our parents’ world and the whining snowflakes of those fifteen years younger.  If we aren’t wild about legacy conservatism, that is partly due to the raw deal we got in our careers.  Boomers refused to retire, so we got stuck in middle management at best, while the Millennials’ cancel culture exploded underneath us.