Why are you so obsessed with me?

Another week, another piece about me and my friends by Oliver Bateman

Weeks pass, seasons change, but some things remain the same.

One of the still points in my still-turning world is a man by the name of Oliver Bateman, a man with what can only be described as a fixation on the perils of toxic masculinity. When he’s not deriding the “cult” of Crossfit, Tucker Carlson or Andrew Tate, he likes to write about a dangerous gr…