The Stepford Student website is full of interesting articles on current affairs. For instance ‘I couldn’t give a single flying shit about electoral reform’ by Nathan Akehurst and ‘Vote for whoever the fuck you want’ by Edgar Sait-Jones. There’s something for everyone. ‘Tim Lott’s annoying but Rod Liddle is a fuckbadger’ by Ruby Lott-Lavigna, would, I am sure, amuse Rod. Tim Lott might be entertained, too, given that the author is his daughter. She has a gift for understatement: ‘Dear Tory voter: I can call you a cunt if I want’ is her latest offering.
You may recognise the name of the website. The term ‘Stepford student’ was coined by Brendan O’Neill in an article published by The Spectator last year:
Have you met the Stepford students? They’re everywhere. On campuses across the land. Sitting stony-eyed in lecture halls or surreptitiously policing beer-fuelled banter in the uni bar. They look like students, dress like students, smell like students. But their student brains have been replaced by brains bereft of critical faculties and programmed to conform. To the untrained eye, they seem like your average book-devouring, ideas-discussing, H&M-adorned youth, but anyone who’s spent more than five minutes in their company will know that these students are far more interested in shutting debate down than opening it up.
Perhaps Brendan’s article should have come with a trigger warning. But who could have predicted that a group of students would have been so affected by the piece that they would launch their own website, complete with expletive-ridden headlines and sincere black-and-white byline pictures.
In recent days, The Stepford Student seems to have become a support group for students appalled that the country didn’t actually vote as they wished. It is heartwarming to see a Spectator term being commandeered for a safe space within which students, pure of heart and mind, can express their anger at the electorate. Democracy is a fuckbadger, isn’t it?