Why John Zmirak is worth reading

The man appears to have spent the better part of his career cultivating a sense of fun in writing:

The flippant amoralism that made Oscar Wilde's plays so piquantly outrageous was once the province of isolated individuals -- flamboyant aesthetes wearing green carnations, crypto-cynical statesmen who wrapped Realpolitik in velvet platitudes, and sociopaths hammering rocks on chain gangs. The history of the 20th century amounted, in one sense, to the mass-marketing of such morals. This happened most obviously in sexual ethics. As Maggie Gallagher observed in her neglected classic of social criticism Enemies of Eros, attitudes once reserved to corrupt elites and the underclass became common property in the 1960s, when bohemianism and egalitarianism met and had an affair. Their love-child, the Sexual Revolution, was popularized in magazines like Playboy that encouraged Everyman to adopt the mating behavior of decadent aristocrats seducing flower girls. Both sexes of every age were taught to emulate the randomized randiness of the stereotypical 16-year-old boy.

The flower girls found their revenge, of course, in the form of modern Feminism -- a medley of toxic ideological elements patched together in service of righteous anger at the beastliness of men. Men like Hugh Hefner really did deserve to have to listen to women like Betty Friedan, who famously compared her comfy suburban home to a concentration camp. But did the rest of us?