You’re going to have to help me out here, readers, because I can’t make any sense out of this piece. I’ve read it twice and I still don’t what Rosin’s book is about, if the author of the piece is objecting to Rosin’s perspective or applauding it, or what the author thinks himself about, well, any of it. This is actually one of the worst pieces I’ve read it a long time. And that’s really saying something.

So, women have gained the right to work soul-crushing, corporation-drone, 80-hour weeks, the right to bear and raise children without male interference, the right to live alone until the stress of having a career while retaining most of their family responsibilities gradually squeezes the life out of them.


So goes the general tone of “The End of Men,” Hanna Rosin’s misguided paean to feminism’s success in marginalizing males and denying basic facts of nature (women crave commitment, men are lousy caregivers).

Rosin’s book and its (sad, harrowing) accompanying Atlantic magazine story about how women allegedly love hook-up culture (the romantic lives of these “empowered” co-eds have been reduced to 11 p.m. texts from guys who don’t even buy them a yogurt first) arrive pre-refuted by the Atlantic’s long-running leadership role in the Feminist Reformation, with its withering examination of the movement’s shattered idols. Rosin’s book seems blithely, even willfully deaf to the despairing cries of fellow Atlanticists Anne-Marie Slaughter (“Why Women Still Can’t Have It All”), my friend Lori Gottlieb (“Marry Him! The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough” and essays about the difficulties of single motherhood), Caitlin Flanagan (who brutally diagnosed the yearning for love that motivated the would-be jaunty PowerPoint presentation of the Duke woman treated like an unpaid prostitute by school jocks).

Rosin celebrates Ivy League women who claim that men are “the new ball and chain,” that the worst thing that could possibly happen to them would be marriage and/or kids, and what they really want is lots of no-strings-attached sex so they can focus on their careers until their 30s, at which point they imagine men will come flocking around with marriage proposals.


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