Well, it happened.
For all the belief that each generation gets more progressive than the one before, Gen Z men largely voted to return a convicted felon and adjudicated rapist to the White House.
This week's papers are filled with opinion pieces on why that happened, and they all sound so very familiar. Let me take you back....
31 years ago, I was in my first year at Uni. I remember a lot of conversations where white male students bemoaned their expected fate: "Feminism and equality had gone too far! All the good jobs were going to go to women and ethnic minorities, and the poor white men would be left with nothing! White men were getting screwed!"
We're all familiar with the saying: "When you're used to privilege, equality feels like persecution." But the reality of 31 years ago was that 90-95% of CEO jobs were held by white men. The vast majority of senior leadership roles in business were white men. The vast majority of senior politicians were white men. White men still held the vast majority of the power in society. So these complaining college freshmen weren't even facing the threat of equality, just a society that was asking white men to share 10-15% of the power with the other 70% of the country, and still they were convinced it was persecution.
Visual representation: what being 25 can feel like |
As a 19 year old, I couldn't wrap my head around the cognitive dissonance.
31 years later, nothing much has changed. White men still hold the majority of positions of power in Western society. And those exact same conversations, the lament that "white men are getting screwed" are still happening in the manosphere, only now the culprit is called DEI.
I'm willing to be 20-30 years before my university days those exact same conversations were happening then, too, only then the culprits were called women's lib and the equal rights movement.
So I find myself thinking again on why these young white men have such a fearful view of the world. Why, when white men are still (STILL!) holding the vast majority of power, so many young white men across the generations are convinced they're going to be losers in life (and it's everyone else's fault)? Why do they feel they're losers at all, when the vast majority of them are just living normal lives?
Partly, I think we've all absorbed some unrealistic expectations. You can blame TV, movies, advertising and video games, if you like. We spent our childhoods and adolescence constantly seeing images of amazing lifestyles, where everyone is beautiful and successful and has lots of money. And I think we tend to subconsciously internalise those expectations.
So when we get to our mid-to-late 20s, there's a deep part of our lizard brain that is secretly disappointed that we're not a millionaire business tycoon with their own private plane, or a rock star, or a secret agent with a fast car and a beautiful partner hanging off our arm.
Why haven't we saved the world yet? Weren't we supposed to be special???
I'm exaggerating, obviously, but I think there is some kernel of truth in this idea. Two examples:
I have a good friend who got herself in a serious pickle with credit card debt in her 20s. She didn't accrue this debt buying groceries or paying for her travelcard to get to work - it wasn't necessary expenditure. It was spent on going out for cocktails a couple of nights a week, and restaurants a couple other evenings. Going to fancy brunch every Sunday. Spa days and facials. New handbags. Basically she was trying to live the Sex and the City lifestyle that she'd grown up watching on TV. But that TV lifestyle was a fantasy, not something practical for a 20-something on a normal professional salary. But she thought this lifestyle was what being a successful adult looked like, so she tried to adopt it despite it putting her tens of thousands in debt.
Enjoying the sort of fancy beachside resort that comes with the Sex and the City Lifestyle |
Second story: My brother went back to school to train to be a programmer, insisting he would soon be working for a big California tech co, making masses of money. He graduated just as the dot.com bubble burst, and joined the ranks of the unemployed alongside all the other people who'd flooded into that career with dreams of cash.
My dad used his professional networks to get my brother an entry-level job with Dell.... which my brother turned down because it was entry-level. He wanted to start at a manager level. That was the life he'd been picturing when he went back to school, and he wasn't accepting anything less.
He, of course, ended up abandoning the field after 2 years without a job.
Not everyone will be irresponsible enough to try and live out their fantasy, of course, but I think we feel the pull of "This is what my life is SUPPOSED to be like" even if we don't act on it.
Thinking back to when I was a young teenager, I remember having no idea what I would be as an adult, but I had a lot of daydreams about fabulous possibilities:
One day I was going to be a field zoologist, and do conservation work in the jungle that saved tigers from extinction. The next day I was going to be successful fashion designer, designing fabulous clothes for one of the top prestige fashion houses. The following day I was going to be the oncologist who found a cure for breast cancer.
Whatever I was going to do, it was going to be amazing and extraordinary. None of my 14 year old fantasies were: "I'm going to work in an office, doing normal office stuff."
When I was 18, I'd grown up a bit. Now I was going to either become a clinical psychologist and treat patients with mental health issues. Or I was going to be a science fiction novelist, who if I was lucky made enough of my books that I could write full-time, and not need a day job (but I'd probably still need the day job). My daydreams had become more realistic, but I still assumed I'd be successful at whatever I decided to become.
And now I'm middle-aged, and I did none of the above things. I wrote for quite a while, but never got much success at it, and eventually drifted away from it. I did a degree in psychology, but didn't continue on to grad school. Instead I got an office job, and tried a couple of different career fields, before I found one I was good at and enjoyed. I now hold a well-paid director-level job in that chosen field.
I work in an office, doing normal office stuff.
Adults busy adulting (typical English high street) |
Would my 14 year old self be disappointed in how my adult life turned out? Quite possibly.
But maybe not - because I remember something else about being a teenager. I remember watching the adults all rushing off to work in the morning, rushing off to their well-paid director-level jobs. With their smart clothes and fancy leather handbags or briefcases. I remember thinking they looked so confident and knowledgeable and successful.
And now I'm one of them. I own the fancy leather handbags.
But I don't always feel particularly confident and successful. I still feel like I'm failing at adulting half the time. And I still sometimes forget to put the washing machine on and almost run out of clean underwear.
And that's my point - we all feel like we're failing at life at least some of the time. No matter how successful and put-together we appear to others. The most celebrated people in the world still feel Imposter Syndrome. It always looks drastically different from the inside than it does from the outside.
So how do we counteract the fear of young men? How do we get them to chose collective empowerment and allyship, instead of scapegoating? How do we get them to face the future with hope, rather than this "lay down and rot" mentality encouraged by hucksters trying to make a buck?
I obviously don't have all the answers. But teaching critical thinking skills surely will help. Teaching and modeling greater empathy. Mentorship. Remembering what we felt like when we were young, so we can help them recognise that what they're feeling and fearing is completely normal, their fears don't define their future any more than ours did.
Embrace living a normal life.
Embrace building a career, and laughing with friends, and cooking a mean spag bol.
Embrace growing roses on your windowsill, and maybe even falling in love.
Embrace life, because it may not be perfect, and I never did get to cure cancer or become famous, but I still get to smell the roses.