I’ve stopped gentle parenting – it could lead my son to the manosphere
Manosphere. The buzzword of the moment. I can’t tell you the number of conversations I’ve had in the past week when the subject inevitably turns to Louis Theroux’s documentary, and the fears of doing the right thing in terms of raising functioning, kind, and unselfish humans, especially boys.
I confess, I’ve not watched it. And I didn’t get past half of the first episode of Adolescence either… yes, I know, it’s practically blasphemy. But in the day job I tell these stories routinely, and for me it’s just too much to come home and watch a dramatised version of the darkness.
My son Alfie is 8, and I must confess that I probably worry more about dropping the ball with him than his sister. I went to an all-girls school, so I feel like I’m a bit more prepared in terms of just how low girls can make you feel: for the myriad ways their emotional manipulation can honestly make you feel like you’ll never claw your way out of the darkness. So I’ve always tried my hardest to raise Florence in a way that she learns the emotional resilience needed to brush off manipulation. But I’m also extra........
