In praise of … cen­trist dads

The Guardian Weekly - - Comment&debate - Rhi­an­non Lucy Cosslett

You may have heard the term “cen­trist dad” lately as it crests on the wave of main­stream ex­po­sure. Baf­fled by the as­cent of Jeremy Cor­byn, cen­trist dad’s tone is that of a bit­terly dis­ap­pointed par­ent lec­tur­ing his chil­dren on their po­lit­i­cal fail­ings. The most no­table thing about the cen­trist dad, other than the fact that a large part of his pre­frontal cor­tex re­mains in 1997, is that he also shows him­self to be con­de­scend­ing. This man is for­ever on the in­ter­net telling peo­ple, par­tic­u­larly young women, that they are wrong.

But be warned: cen­trist dads bruise eas­ily. And right now, they are hurt­ing. A cult has taken over their Labour party, and they may never re­gain con­trol. The pain of see­ing the ne­olib­er­al­ism they so lov­ingly em­braced re­jected by the younger gen­er­a­tion is mak­ing them crabby. But for­give the cen­trist dad, for they know not what they do. And, as the left knows only too well, it’s mighty chilly and lonely out there in the wilder­ness.

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