Jessica snorted. “You are assuming that women are loved and cherished inside marriages—of course that is not true. I mean, there’s good marriages like you and David, but…”
I nodded, “But let’s not get to marriage just yet. Let’s ask this question—is a girl free to even just have a boyfriend?”
“Of course!” Jessica smiled, shrugging.
“Nope,” I shook my head. “Not unless she gives him access to her body—and we all know how well that usually turns out. So how free is she, really?”
Jessica rolled her eyes, but she continued to listen.
“Now, let’s look at older women. How many do you know who have given up on finding a good husband after a failed series of sexual relationships? Once again, used and abused—and then made to feel like she is a failure because she played the game the modern way.”
This last remark hit home. Jessica looked gloomy. Things had not gone well in her last breakup.
“Let’s look at a typical 40 year old, shall we?” I pressed on. “She has had ‘reproductive freedom’—and so she has not reproduced. She is now alone—and has been deprived of a family. Or maybe she has children—and she has no husband, no protector, no provider.”
Jessica nodded. Both of us have sisters raising kids alone.
“Tell me, with all this misery, do such women thrive?” I pressed my point home. “Are they likely to create families that pass on traditions, and hope for the future, to the next generation?”
Jessica looked at me, but said nothing.
“The answer, of course, is no. Did you ever wonder why the Christians and the Jews were the ones who survived into modern times? Like, whatever happened to all those pagans, for whom promiscuity, homosexuality and exposing babies were considered ‘normal’—as it clearly was, for centuries?”
Jessica looked at me blankly.
“The answer is a simple one: demographics. They failed to reproduce, or failed to live long enough to raise their children and therefore failed to pass on their belief systems. They died out.”
Jessica looked out the window, but I continued on, doggedly.
“So in the end, human societies can view sex in two ways: for pleasure—in which case the society will die out—or for family, in which case it will survive.”
“So what does all this have to do with a woman’s choices today?” Jessica asked, hopelessly.
“Everything,” I shrugged. “Regardless of ideology, every single man and woman must choose how they will conduct themselves. Will they practice continence? Will they choose a spouse who also practices continence? If not…”
At this, to my utter shock, Jessica burst into tears.
“Wh-what’s the matter?” I said, bewildered. She quickly covered her streaming face and I started immediately pawing in my handbag for a Kleenex for her.
She shook her head dumbly, as the wracking sobs shook her. She accepted the Kleenex and blew her nose.
“I-I’m pregnant,” she said finally and miserably, between sobs. ”I d-didn’t want to tell you about J-Jamie. We’ve been together for about two m-months. A-and now I’m pregnant.”
“Oh, Jess. What does Jamie say?”
“H-he told me to g-get rid of it,” she said, her eyes filling with tears again.
I sent a quick prayer heavenwards.
“Um, okay. How do you feel?”
“Wh-what do you mean, ‘how do I feel’?” she cried, wiping her eyes furiously. “How am I supposed to feel?”
I sighed, and tried again.
“Let me put it to you this way. What if Jamie’s reaction had been that he wanted to keep the baby? That he was happy?”
“He would never say that. He said it was him or the b-baby,” she said coldly. The tears, nevertheless, were coursing down her smooth face. Her voice was bitter. “So what do you say about your great ideas now?”