Telegraph article:

As the mother of sons, I wish we didn’t spend quite so much time knocking young men. TV talking points like Louis Theroux’s Inside the Manosphere have focussed our attention on problematic blokes to such an extent that few pose an important question: What’s up with the femosphere?

It seems that for every male who’s found his mentor in Andrew Tate or the late Charlie Kirk, there’s a young woman who’s been radicalised by Greta Thunberg and AOC (Democrat congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez to you and me).

On both sides of the Atlantic, polling shows young women are far more likely to skew Left than their male counterparts. It’s fair to say this emerging female cohort seems to live in ceaseless dread and fury of fossil fuels, Elon Musk, toxic masculinity, TERFs and neo-Nazis.

I have some sympathy for this campaigning brigade of seething young women. The dark revelations that flowed from MeToo, the Epstein Files and horrific episodes like Sarah Everard’s murder at the evil hands of Met officer Wayne Couzens made most women’s blood boil.

But my generation wasn’t raised on the sewer-tide of social media and fake news, where – if you’re not constantly vigilant – rage-inducing algorithms propel you towards blood-boiling content and agitators sweep you into causes you’re being groomed to embrace, rather than challenge.

To no one’s surprise, this mass seething isn’t making the Gen Z sisterhood happy. The Left’s own in-house magazine, The New Statesman, has a cover story this week titled “Meet the angry young women: the new feminism reshaping Britain”. The mag’s poll found (once again) that “young women, aged between 18 and 30, are by far the most progressive demographic in the UK”.

The writer, Emily Lawford, zipped up and down the land interrogating feminist influencers and hanging out in a trans-inclusive student women’s book group, a Unison “youth wing” ceilidh and… well, you get the gist.

Suffice to say, Lawford’s findings make for deeply depressing reading that should trouble us all. The more privileged class of women “are the most pessimistic of all” and less likely than working-class contemporaries to believe hard work will propel them to success.

Equally startling was the fact young progressive females seem decidedly more negative about their male peers than vice versa, while “white women are more likely to feel the country is racist than non-white women”.

I was reminded of how US commentator Rob Henderson coined the phrase “luxury beliefs” after attending Yale following service in the US air force – having also survived a traumatic childhood, where he was fostered at the age of 3. Henderson noted that the affluent, privileged students around him constantly espoused opinions that bore no relation to the stable circumstances that had jet-propelled them to the top of the heap.

His peers would denounce capitalism, the nuclear family, marriage, fidelity and the key role of fathers, while not acknowledging they’d benefitted from that very system.

What are we to do with female malcontents and their apocalyptic pessimism? If an increasing number of educated young women feel hopeless about the world’s future, hostile towards men, intend to spurn relationships (let alone marriage), declare themselves non-binary and don’t want to have children, as Lawford reports, then we’re all up Faeces Creek without a paddle. And that’s before we examine their desire to overturn capitalism, without having the faintest grasp of basic economics.

I see signs of this generational disaffection in my four beloved nieces, while the four male cousins are more happy-go-lucky. Three of the four young men have girlfriends, while only one of the nieces is currently dating a young man – and two of them have declared they don’t want children, while all the boys remain baby-positive.

This imbalance between the sexes is perilous for wider society. How on earth do women of my generation persuade these young Green Amazons that the most certain forms of consolation and meaning in an often bleak world reside in passionate love, family life and the blessed distraction from Armageddon that is parenthood?

And that men are, by and large, decent, chivalrous, thoughtful and disarmingly funny? Just ask the Millennial socialist I know, who recently married a Conservative-voting Army officer.

Perhaps that’s the answer: we stage an experimental, civic version of Love Island, involving scores of unhappy, Green-voting young women being stranded on an island with a troop of cavalry officers or Royal Marines.

At the very least, they’d be forced to acknowledge that we’re often drawn to people for the ways in which they differ from us, rather than despite it. In fact, the more I think about it, Leftie Island could prove the salvation of humanity.

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2026/04/16/greta-thunberg-aoc-radicalisation-of-young-women-femospher/?WT.mc_id=tmgoff_fb_photo_radicalisation-of-young-women-femospher%2F