A Re-examination of “Stereotypes.”

The nesting urge is not born in the months before birth. It does not arrive from out of the blue.

I have been patronizing my dishwasher. I have been subsidizing its efforts.

For all the talk of “anti-discrimination,” current policies discriminate unjustly against actual human beings in favor of a disembodied, counterfactual “ideal.”

Plastic “makes” a thing present to all and yet seals it within itself, which is of course, the liberal description of the self.

I am excited to have more children, largely because I have a lot to do, and after a certain increase in their muscle mass and spiritual faculty, a child can help me to do it.

The very possibility that, after all, I may kill it, may “terminate,” may become not-mother, negates the female into a perverse image of the male—who looks upon a pregnancy from the outside.

It is stupid to name generations; furthermore, it is tasteless; also, I think it mean-spirited.

The best way to make a baby laugh is to pretend to kill it.

“Not to us, Lord, not to us but to your name be the glory.” This is the cry of the family.

The marriage vow says, “Virtue or death.”

Nuns are useless. And liberalism doesn’t know what to do with them.

Mothers are unequally superior citizens: abortion works to equalize them.

Conservatives will either become Catholic or remain unconvincing opponents to transgenderism.

The unknown of sex demands an openness to surprise.

Children are granted a pre-modern, moralistic education precisely for the sake of breaking with it.

Though there are many names to call our liberal, technological society, it is edifying to call it One Great Social Transvaluation of Curiosity.

We are male and female: here’s why.

Children contradict all the major anthropological assumptions of liberalism.

The ideal biological subject within a “population” is not woman created by God, holding her differentiation as a gift that no power of Earth or Hell could take from her, but a subject whose gendered and sexual actions are most malleable to the suggestions of those who hold power over a mass society.

By transforming gender from a received gift into a human achievement, predicated upon certain kinds of activities, our dearest queer theorists did the good of work of their capitalist god, transforming a subsistent reality into a scarce commodity.

Thorns and thistles are only a curse to a man who no longer understands them according to their nature.