Millennials is when you really start to see people coming from broken homes and the Zoomers are even worse.
I was one of those "no male role model" latchkey kids. It sucked, because I didn't know what to do, how to interact with other males, or how to stand up for myself against aggression and competition.
Grown men frightened me, because the only ones I knew were my bipolar lunatic mother's oft-violent boyfriends or others who had nothing but harsh words for "pussies." There were sympathetic men, but their sympathy only went so far because I wasn't their kid and they had other shit to do.
And then at some age, I crossed the invisible fuzzy line between a kid people felt sorry for to a contemptible idiot who should have gotten with the fucking program already.
So I can totally see why someone could fall for this grift. I would have. It would have seemed like a miracle from God to meet a male role model to listen to my problems and help me find solutions. How much? Well ok, if that's how this sort of thing works...
Fortunately, I grew up before the internet, so all I had were self-help books. That's how I discovered my personal Jordan Peterson, Robert Ringer's
Winning Through Intimidation. It wasn't a perfect start, and looking back it might have been the source of a few maladaptations that limited my horizons. But it's better than having to spend my life as a perpetual victim with grifters' hands permanently stuck in my pockets.
Look after your sons and nephews. Women have no fucking clue how to raise a young man or what pressures he faces.