This is really quite something. Michael Sonmore wants you to know what his open marriage taught him about feminism. It starts like this:

As I write this, my children are asleep in their room, Loretta Lynn is on the stereo, and my wife is out on a date with a man named Paulo. It’s her second date this week; her fourth this month so far. If it goes like the others, she’ll come home in the middle of the night, crawl into bed beside me, and tell me all about how she and Paulo had sex. I won’t explode with anger or seethe with resentment. I’ll tell her it’s a hot story and I’m glad she had fun. It’s hot because she’s excited, and I’m glad because I’m a feminist.

Before my wife started sleeping with other men, I certainly considered myself a feminist, but I really only understood it in the abstract. When I quit working to stay at home with the kids, I began to understand it on a whole new level. I am an economically dependent househusband coping with the withering drudgery of child-rearing. Now that I understand the reality of that situation, I don’t blame women for demanding more for themselves than the life of the housewife.

Still, as a man, I could, if I wanted to, portray what I’m doing as “work,” and thus claim for myself the prestige men traditionally derive from “work.” Whenever I tell someone I stay home with the kids, they invariably say, “Hardest work in the world.” They say this because the only way to account for a man at home with the kids is to say what he’s doing is hard work. But there’s a subtext in the compliment that makes it backhanded: We both know no one ever says it to a woman. Mothers care; fathers provide care. The difference is crucial. Despite my total withdrawal from the economy and the traditional sources of masculine identity, I can still argue I am a provider. I provide care.

In this way, my masculine self-image was stretched but not broken. Diaper bag notwithstanding, I was still a Man. It wasn’t until my wife mentioned one evening that she’d kissed another man and liked it and wanted to do more than kiss next time that I realized how my status as a Man depended on a single fact: that my wife f—-d only me.

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Feminism always comes back to sex, even when we’re talking about everything else. The point isn’t that all women should be sexual adventurers. Celibacy is as valid an expression of sexuality as profligacy. The point is that it should be women who choose, not men — even the men they’re married to. For my wife, the choice between honoring our vows and fulfilling her desires was a false choice, another trap. She knew how deep our love was, and knew that her wanting a variety of sexual experiences as we traveled through life together would not diminish or disrupt that love. It took me about six months — many long, intense conversations, and an ocean of red wine — before I knew it, too.

When my wife told me she wanted to open our marriage and take other lovers, she wasn’t rejecting me, she was embracing herself. When I understood that, I finally became a feminist.

Yes, if by “red wine” you mean “Kool-Aid.” Good grief, what a pathetic creature, and what a wicked wife. Imagine this story flipped, and it being the account of a stay-at-home wife and mother who was rationalizing her husband’s flagrant cheating with multiple women. Would that seem like feminism to you? Or is “feminism” what we call “women doing whatever the hell they want, and men meekly accepting it”?

The cultural left (as distinct from the economic left — hello, Hector!) seems to have a habit of valorizing any kind of sexual perversion.

Read the whole thing. 

In related news, I don’t feel sorry for anybody here, except the spouses and children of the men and women who participated in this thing:

Hackers have attacked the cheating website AshleyMadison and are publishing sensitive data belonging to the company’s millions of users online.

The unknown criminals have threatened to continue leaking data until the website is closed down and have delivered a stark message saying: ‘Too bad for those men, they’re cheating dirtbags and deserve no such discretion.’

AshleyMadison encourages people to cheat on their partners and uses the slogan ‘Life is short. Have an affair’ to get people to create an account.

Speaking to KrebsOnSecurity, ALM’s chief executive Noel Biderman confirmed the breach and said the firm was ‘working diligently and feverishly’ to remove its intellectual property.

He said: ‘We’re not denying this happened. Like us or not, this is still a criminal act.’

That’ll teach ’em.