The ‘male feminist’ has long been a source of ire for me. When feminism surged in popularity during the mid-Noughties, progressive men glommed on, wearing their ‘This is what a feminist looks like’ t-shirts with pride. They were cheered on by legions of naïve women, starving for breadcrumbs. The truth about contemporary feminism is that the label has become meaningless. A ‘feminist’ is now something anyone can be, regardless of their interest in women’s rights.
