Inside the Manosphere: Why Louis Theroux Still Wins

I’ve watched the Louis Theroux documentary Inside the manosphere and, like half the nation, I am absolutely foomin’. Honestly, what a collection of silly little boys playing dress-up as “alpha males”.

The standout moment? That one self-proclaimed big “I am” being told off by his mum to clean the floor. I mean… you couldn’t script it. There he was, puffing his chest out online and at home he’s being handed a mop and a  right telling-off. Glorious.

Now, I’ve loved Louis for decades. Always had a bit of a low-key crush on him, not going to lie. Still do. I know people would always bang on about Jeremy Paxman being the thinking woman’s crumpet, but for me? Louis wins hands down. There’s just something about that awkward charm while chaos unfolds around him that is simply iconic.

Which is why watching these overgrown toddlers dismiss him as a “nobody” and claim they’d “never heard of him” really got on my last nerve. Sorry, you’ve never heard of him? That’s not the flex you think it is, lads.

Louis has had an incredible, decades-long career, quietly getting under the skin of all sorts of strange subcultures without ever needing to shout about it. Meanwhile, these blokes are sat in echo chambers, hyping each other up like the group of numpties they are.

I’d genuinely love to check back in five years’ time and see how it’s all going for them. My money’s on a rebrand, a podcast no one listens to and possibly still living at home… with mum shouting up the stairs about the state of the bathroom floor. Just a thought.