Wow, is their finger not on the pulse of America.
There is a certain stage when we say that a culture is decadent. As in, not necessarily evil, but literally decaying. Who on earth would celebrate this business? Why does wearing one's pants on backwards suddenly indicate the rise of a New Man? Besides, of course, these folks' utter inability to comprehend real masculinity, which has standards beyond the sterile pursuit of pleasure. Not that pursuing pleasure is bad, mind you: the LongSufferingWife would be seriously worried if yours truly didn't take his coffee and research into the tub for an hour and a half sometimes... but REAL men's pleasure is generative. Real men aren't afraid of having kids. And this isn't some divide-and-conquer bullshit about gay vs. straight, or masculine men vs. men god made androgynous, either. Real gay men don't scorn "breeders." They kick ass and take names and run businesses and create art, and all that other jazz, just like regular guys do. Real men's hobbies and pleasures lead to something, give rise to something, create something, or have some purpose more exalting than being an easy synonym for a Philip K. Dick wirehead.
People are naturally generative. We're made for more in life than to experience orgasms and take up space. This bold new manifesto takes sybaritism to a level that begins to resemble Mewling Cabbage more than New Man. People who are not generative in some aspect of their lives are failed human beings. Pity and contempt is all they rate, and the pity portion is only out of a lingering sense of charity and hope that at least some of them will come to their senses.
And the other thing real men do is have the balls to call a spade a spade. We need to get back to using certain terms as the insults they truly are. Virginia, decadent doesn't mean "really good chocolate."