Feminism, through rupturing the classical relationship between the sexes, has divorced 'love' from material provision. In this way we are living in the ashes.
The old order of society is destroyed, the forms and means are dead, forever. Pursuing the old in our own epoch makes hideous clown-caricatures devoid of humanity and grace; shambling through relationshits and situationships in a minstrel show pantomime of affections neither party can understand!
In His infinite wisdom, the death of provision has allowed Providence to free us menfolk (and womenfolk) from labor and emotional labor, assumptions about the other sex, offering the incinerating chance for a purer deeper love than ever before possible under the ancien régime. I believe in love!

In short, hit on the buzzcut, pierced barista