A decade or two ago, the self-appointed cognoscenti now disposing of Christmas, trumpeted in chorus that the seasonal delights mince pie and fruitcake were but low class indicators of a lack of taste, never mind that they are delicious and long traditional at Christmas.
Marching in lockstep to our betters’ command, those two treats duly disappeared from menus and bakery counters for lack of demand. Perhaps emboldened by this, marriage, family, church and good manners have since followed. Or so it seems to us. What once were babies are now but fetuses and the sacramental contract between a man and a woman intended to reinforce the production of progeny is becoming available to folk in no need of that support. A significant change in values. Most tellingly, it is not offered as an option; failing to honor the new regime begs legal prosecution with egregious penalties. This is as always, accorded as progress.
You may decide for yourself. We still favor mince pie and fruitcake, when they can be acquired.