It’s simple. First, we launch public awareness campaigns designed to convince women that their beau is a latent axe-murderer. Watch Lifetime TV — you’ll probably see a clip about the “cycle of abuse.” Pay a visit to the doctor’s, and the nurse will ask if your boyfriend ever raises his voice. That’s considered abuse these days. Go to the office bathroom, and you’ll see a sticker advertising the local abuse hotline.
Next, we pass laws that selectively gut due process and the presumption of innocence. Soon word gets out — get married and the state may plunder your assets, your home, and your children. Marriage, eligible bachelors decide, isn’t a smart lifestyle option.
Then, we slap a $25 abuse shelter fee on marriage licenses, sending the scary message that you, married person, may end up looking like the back end of a meat grinder. (No need to remind the newlyweds that abuse rates in the intact married family are close to zero.)
Finally, we never, ever admit that women can be abusive, too. Shhhhh! (The research shows women are just as likely as men to slap, hit, punch, and kick their mates. But we can’t let that out. Keep it under your hat!)
The Census Bureau recently reported that, for the first time, there are fewer people currently married than there are people who have never married in the prime wedding demographic of 25 to 34 year olds. The portion of adults who are married — 52%, compared with 72% in 1960 — is the lowest in history.
So there you have it. Fifteen years after passage of the federal Violence Against Women Act, domestic violence programs have become the hulking engine of marital breakdown, institutionalized welfare dependency, and a galloping entitlement mindset. So much for progress.