I have never felt the explanation of being born in 1982 so accurately summarised. There’s a four-year window of some sort of intergenerational schizophrenia. I did not experience growing up as a female, but I do experience this pull in different directions from the differently aged women in my life. My Mum has absolutely no time for feminism in its current iteration and there’s a very fine line (occasionally crossed) into misandry. It is becoming increasingly difficult to have a nuanced discussion without feeling like you’re firing the first shots in a gender war — but I absolutely get your spectator at a tennis match feeling listening to both sides of the argument.