David McElroy

I wasn’t prepared for what Catherine was about to tell me.

“I’m going to try to get pregnant next week,” she blurted out without any context.

Catherine just turned 19 years old. She still lives at home with a controlling mother. Her father killed himself when she was young. She doesn’t yet know how to drive and has to beg for rides to and from a menial job. She’s never had any romantic relationships, but she’s recently started slipping away from home to meet men for sex.

Just last week, she told me about how one such man — who she met online — picked her up and took her to a camper about an hour away from her. (She told her mother she was at a friend’s house.) They had sex for a couple of days, then he abruptly brought her back home — and then he disappeared from her life.

Now, she’s met another man online and she plans to meet him Sunday night. She’s never seen him in real life, but she’s planning to make sure he gets her pregnant. And she looked shocked when I told her that this plan was stupid and selfish.

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Are the people running Disney’s film studios insane? Or are they just so committed to far-left ideology that they want to lose money by alienating their core audience?

In 2024, Disney plans to release its live-action remake of “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.” This 1937 classic is one of the gems upon which Walt Disney built his company. So how could you possibly screw up a story which is already so widely loved?

Easy. You start by casting an actress from South America to play Snow White, a character whose defining characteristic was her, well, snow white skin. Rachel Zegler might be a superb actress, but this Hispanic woman looks nothing like the fair-skinned German woman from the fairy tale.

Then you get rid of the dwarfs and replace them with a “diverse” bunch of people who have nothing to do with the original characters. See the photo above? Those are the actors on set in one of several leaked photos. (The man on the far right is a stand-in for a new character. The Snow White figure is apparently a stand-in, too, not Zegler. The rest are the “dwarfs.” )

There’s one short guy. Several are black or brown. At least one — maybe two — appear to be female. Are some of them non-binary or trans-sexual? We don’t know yet. How exciting.

You now have “Snow White and the Seven Politically Correct Companions.”

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I was in a small social group Friday night and noticed a beautiful woman who I didn’t know. I listened to her and found her intelligent and interesting. I was intrigued enough to ask a friend who she was.

“Oh, that’s [Woman’s Name],” my friend said. “She’s beautiful and brilliant, but she’s also mentally unstable. She’s definitely your kind of woman.”

I laughed, but I couldn’t argue with that. Brilliant, beautiful and mentally unstable seem to be my kryptonite in women.

It’s funny to joke about, but there’s some truth to it. I’ve somehow been in multiple romantic relationships over the last 20 years that could be considered deeply dysfunctional in one way or another. That didn’t mean they weren’t wonderful women. It also doesn’t mean I regret loving them.

Can I conclude from this that “women are crazy”? That’s what a lot of people see when they find themselves in such situations, but that misses the brutal truth. Yes, I’ve gone through a line of women who I believe need some psychological help.

But I’m the one who’s been the common denominator in all the relationships.

I was attracted to whatever might be crazy in them. Their crazy was attracted to something about my crazy. Even if we didn’t realize it at the time, we were attracted to people who were at our own level of psychological and emotional health. They had issues. I had issues. We needed one another because we could understand each other, even if we weren’t conscious of it at the time.

Whatever I’ve consistently attracted into my life doesn’t say anything about women in general. It says something about me. And whatever you’ve consistently attracted into your life says something about you, too.

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