Kay S. Hymowitz explains how the rationalization of love leads to a barren wasteland of mechanical sexuality and spiritual emptiness.
Here is Wanda Urbanska, author of The Singular Generation, describing her peers in their twenties: "We . . . do not have affairs, we have `sexual friendships.' We do not fall in love, we build relationships. We do not date, we `see' each other." A student quoted in a recent article in the Vassar Quarterly adopts the same cool attitude. She doesn't care for the term boyfriend or lover; she speaks instead of "my special friend with whom I spent lots of quality physical time."
Many critics of popular culture decry its heat. But oddly enough, the familiar displays of sex and violence often go hand-in-hand with a distinct lowering of the emotional temperature. We are rarely moved by them--and neither are our heroes or stars. They display cool, tough self-sufficiency in each chiseled muscle and sneering put-down.
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