I Don’t Care About Andrew Tate
Controversy has kicked off around Andrew Tate and I’m really willing myself to care, but the shits just aren’t coming.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s hilarious he managed to own himself so badly that he ended up in a cell. I will miss Twitter if it goes because the meme game has been strong.
But in terms of his dangerous, misogynistic rhetoric? Yawn. We’ve heard it all before. Tate, like so many before him, is just a wind-up merchant. There’s no chance he believes anything he’s saying; he’s admitted as much himself. He just wants attention. Congratulations, it worked.
If he’s found guilty of sex trafficking, and that’s a big if, it would put him on another level, but for now he’s just your average, everyday sexist.
Remember when Dapper Laughs was momentarily cancelled for joking about raping women?
How about when Danny Dyer, in his ill-fated column for Zoo magazine (RIP), advised a reader to ‘cut’ his ex-girlfriend’s face, so ‘no one else will want her’?
Tate is no worse than any of these guys. And yeah, evidence has emerged that he might have beaten a girlfriend before (both parties claim it was consensual), but when two women a week are murdered by their male partners, I’m struggling to be surprised by this either.
I haven’t been very clear with where I’m going with this article so I’ll just lay it out for you here: like Dapper Laughs, like Danny Dyer, like all the other z-list misogynists, Tate is a symptom, not a cause.
Society will keep churning out the Dyers and the Tates of this world, because they aren’t the problem — we are.
Eventually, Andrew Tate will disappear, whether because he’s been banished to a Romanian prison or just returned to internet obscurity. And then a few years later another cobra head will pop up and we’ll all grab our mallets and continue this never-ending game of whack-a-mole.
Yes, Tate influences young boys. But once, he was the young boy being influenced…