Because who better?
From American's Most Ubiquitous Conservative Public Intellectual today:
The world seems full of sexual predators these days. But I don’t think good men wake up one morning and suddenly start thrusting their tongue down the throats of women they barely know. You’ve got to walk through a certain number of doors before you’re capable of that kind of behavior...
We’ll call this the room of love...
In this regime, sex is special...
So a lot of men cross the threshold and enter another room, the room of the prospector...
In this room sex is a gold nugget, a pleasure, like any other pleasure, except maybe it’s better and the desire for it is stronger...
Then the obligatory glob of Both Siderist lube, without which Mr. Brooks would not be able to finish this exercise in autoidiotic asphyxiation:
In the political world, for example, partisans of left and right rationalize their support for Bill Clinton or Donald Trump...
Then, this creepy exercise hits its 800 word limits and draws to a merciful close:
Finally, one core problem is the collapse of the first room, the room of love...
Shorter David Brooks: Casual sex (translation: The 1960s and the Dirty Hippies) puts you a hop-skip-and-jump away from sexual predation.
Aaaaaand we're done.
Next up: Can I manage a Silkwood shower while at the same time drinking everything that's left in the liquor cabinet?
