Suzanne Harrington: Bro, do something useful...love yourself

Seeking self-worth and validation in external possessions is like building your house on the edge of a cliff

I’ve been steeling myself to watch the Louis Theroux documentary, with the same enthusiasm you’d have for clearing out a dead person’s house or doing your tax returns.

The manosphere sounds a lot like a banging club full of leathermen and Tom of Finland clones joyously pumping to hard house and Hi-NRG, the air thick with poppers and man sweat and hedonism. 

If only. Instead, it’s at the opposite end of the joy spectrum, a place from which all the joy has been drained and replaced by po-faced protein-bros with their cars and steroids and cartoon misogyny.