With many millions of girls missing (previous post), we can ponder the future in light of this article from the Atlantic Monthly, November 2011:
Recent years have seen an explosion of male joblessness and a steep decline in men’s life prospects that have disrupted the “romantic market” in ways that narrow a marriage-minded woman’s options: increasingly, her choice is between deadbeats (whose numbers are rising) and playboys (whose power is growing). But this strange state of affairs also presents an opportunity: as the economy evolves, it’s time to embrace new ideas about romance and family—and to acknowledge the end of “traditional” marriage as society’s highest ideal.
You will rarely if ever catch any supporters of that grand and glorious sixties sexual revolution (which was anything but truly sexual but rather the destruction of sex) wondering if we lost our way. This situation young people are in today represents to them "opportunities" to further redefine marriage, families, and life in general in some mishmash utopia. Economics, "the law of the household" are driven by mothers and fathers providing for their children and passing down a way of life. Just what we need, "new ideas," which means just more opportunities for the ideologues.
Of course, between the diminishing external pressure to have children and the common misperception that our biology is ours to control, some of us don’t deal with the matter in a timely fashion. Like me, for instance. Do I want children? My answer is: I don’t know. But somewhere along the way, I decided to not let my biology dictate my romantic life. If I find someone I really like being with, and if he and I decide we want a child together, and it’s too late for me to conceive naturally, I’ll consider whatever technological aid is currently available, or adopt (and if he’s not open to adoption, he’s not the kind of man I want to be with).
You figure out the rules of this road when conflicts arise. Bring on the lawyers, or maybe worse, the Federal Department of Children and Families.
–James M. Kushiner