95% Yanged Out by 8% of the global population

Oh my heart.

So much Yang.

So much testosterone.

The bros.

The boys’ clubs. Like the horrid Peter Thiel and his Dialog Society, where this year near Dublin, 222 mostly men will gather in high secrecy to discuss bringing back nuclear, how to build a cult, and how is your sex life. Invitation only. The Elites of the Elites. From politics to NATO’s supreme allied commander. Testosterone on steroids. (Read article)

Because the world needs more men to control everything. Business. Finance. The narrative. War. Politics. Women. The Global South.

We are yanged out.

The tech bros and their obscene – obscene wealth. Accumulating at an exponential rate. The power they have to infest our minds and hearts, the digital virus with no cure except a terminal switch.

The rise of the sick misogynists, like the Tate brothers. Their particular poison spreading to Mexico – El Temach, and Kenya – Andrew Kibe. These men teaching young men to see women as objects for use and abuse, and discarding.

Slightly lesser in sickness, Jordan Peterson. His male white supremacy drips from him like a bad sweat in a hot house.

The grab her by the pussy president. A convicted rapist. Most likely a pedophile. The example leader of how to rule the world by lying, corruption, racism and misogyny.

And the Epstein class – the powerful household names who see little girls as their playthings. So far, the law is used for their benefit, while the lesser people – you and me – are broken by the most micro violation of law. And the victims, named, to suffer both the trauma of rape and public exposure.

Putin and his cowboy machismo. His costume of power.

Below this elite pedestal of yangness lies a whole other layer of more Yangness.

The one that I have intersected with all of my life.

The white male intellectuals. The lesser tech bros. The business class. The middle power politicians.

These men are gatekeepers. Perhaps they fear losing their positions and power?

For they gatekeep so that the voices of women, and the voices of men who do not look like them, are excluded. Ad nauseam.

I know them well.

They speak on panels. Write bestsellers. Build consulting companies. Access the corridors of power. Convene events like COP.

They gather, and spiral into a collective rapture at their brilliance, like little boys drunk on the power of their first stolen, without consent, kiss. They boast of their ability to think systemically. To solve problems. To make big things.

Trouble is, these men come from exactly the same yangness that created all of our problems that need to be solved.

They dominate. Because that is what they know how to do well. And to a degree, it is not their fault. Male domination is encoded into society, into families. Into business and politics.

It requires a mutual agreement – that deadly silent code shared between the men when anyone from the Yin of society dares to assume equality.

Perhaps you think I am dreaming? Or a man-hater. I am not. I, like many Yin people, wear the scars.

Let me tell you a few of the recent ones.

I wrote an article on June 5th 2026, Difficult and problematic, about neurodivergent women who are so heavily persecuted for speaking out.

A colleague, someone I have known for a long time, read the article on LinkedIn. It inspired him to publish one of his own. The good news is that he mentioned me in the introduction to his article. Thank you. But he only mentioned my first name; he did not reference my work or provide a link to the article I wrote. There was no chance any of his readers could have searched for me without asking my colleague.

This may sound trite.

My colleague is known for his intellect. My article inspired something in him. Yet he did not have the generosity of spirit to edify me to his readers. I was just a first name.

And that is it. Just a first name. Not someone with a huge body of work that some people may be interested in.

I will grant him the possibility that this was a cultural oversight. A reflex born from living in the fumes of the Yang intellectual elite.

But it is, unfortunately, normal practise.

Another example. A woman colleague with a considerable network, generously asked me if there was anyone I would like her to introduce me to.

Thank you. And yes, I would love to meet this man. (Not white, but male.) Another intellectual, and the founder of a global consultancy. I have admired his work for a while. We had a wonderful conversation. At his prompting, we agreed to explore collaboration. I generously gave him access to the entirety of my work, the backend of my online learning platform, so he and his team could explore the models and tools I have been developing and teaching for over twenty years. We agreed to circle back in a few months.

I then noticed his writing on topics that looked like mine. I dismissed it at first. He would not do that, would he? Take my work?

Then I tried to reach him again. Over and over. Radio Silence. Zero. Nadda. As if I didn’t exist. I kept trying.

I am not one to judge and persecute without the conversation. So I hold a window of possibility that this person is innocent. I would like to think so. But when I shared a few of the articles he wrote to people who know my work, they found it overwhelmingly similar. Coincidence? Maybe.

Appropriation of others’ art, work and culture is the reflex of the colonised mind. The colonised mind, the white male and capitalism are mutually dependent upon each other to remain viable. Take. And take again. And, worse, build your platform and wealth on the exploitation.

I watch as conferences are organised and the stages are stacked with the blurred same yangness. I call it out now. Bluntly.

How do you think it is possible for 8% (the estimated percentage of white men on the planet) of our collective can ignore the remaining 92% and think, in their scathingly foolish arrogance, they can be the problem solvers?

It is ludicrous. I simply cannot take any of them seriously anymore. Indeed, I have, for the most part, stopped reading their work, even though they are brilliant, and mostly very good men.

I do not have the time. Instead, I hunt for the others. For the wisdom of women. Like Valarie Kaur. Ashanti Kunene, Carole Cadwalladr. Robin Wall Kimmerer. Grace Tame. Greta Thunberg. Sarah Wilson. Cindy Forde. Mia Motley. Caroline Mair Toby. Gail Bradbrook. Jojo Mehta. So many brilliant women doing amazing work, too many to name. Refusing to submit to the Yang world. Fierce. Powerful. Yet mostly ignored, found on the fringes, fighting for oxygen in a world where the oxygen goes to the Yang. And some.

I look for men from the Global South. Majestic voices, reverence for life. Reverence for the feminine. Able to stand beside Yin and mother and Earth humbly.

I look for the men from the 8% who have seen that our world is saturated with Yangness to the degree we are in a cachexic state, collapse and death moments away in Earth time. They stand aside and allow the other voices, the ones that have been dismissed as shrill, emotional, demanding or simply female, to take the stage. Because they know that until they do, the pit of horror created by the ruling Yang class will only get deeper and wider.

I love these men. I can stand with them, in a true partnership of Yin and Yangness. We are better together.

I was wondering earlier today, if part of the issue is in translation. Thinking about Eric Ries and his best seller, Incorruptible (I wrote about this last week, as his book is the Yang version of my work of twenty years, here at Syntropic World), his language is very Yang. The business suite lexicon. The language of Syntropic is more Yin. Of course. We speak of beauty, love, grace, integrity.

Maybe the Yang club cannot get past the language. Not evidence-based enough? Forgetting, because they usually do not know, that evidence-based measurement excludes measuring the things that ultimately make life worth living. Care, beauty, love, kindness, generosity, dignity. At least half of the world, unmeasured. (We account for everything in Synergistic Accounting.)

Perhaps for some, this is the problem. Yet paradoxically, I know intuitively that if I changed my writing style to the Ying of business, it would be like a female CEO arriving in the body of a female but acting 100% as a man. Not helpful. Definitely not the balance we need.

At the same time, my countless hours of highly intimate conversations with amazing male leaders confirm for me that men want very similar things to us women. To be loved. Held fondly. Respected. Acknowldeged. Belong.

So if it is the language, men need to try a little harder to get past their bias.

I was chatting this morning with my friend Michelle Seegers, the lead steward of the Synergistic Accounting app, about this topic, and it was from this conversation that the title dropped into my being. 95% Yanged Out.

We talked about creating a global movement, a coalition, representing the 92% ignored by the 8% in power, with support from those wonderful men, like my partner Tony, who can stand in their own skin beside a powerful woman, edify her and remain centred, giving her the stages and platform and cheering that they have been denied for so long.

For the very simple reason that we are at the shit show point of humanity. Serious intertwining systems collapse.

The 95% domination of Yangness must end, urgently.

As if our lives depend upon it.

And they do.

Not to replace it with 95% domination of Yinness. Nothing good comes from that.

Rather, a rising towards the beautiful dance of Yin and Yang that the Chinese have woven into their cultural bones.

This will not threaten men in general. It will threaten men who believe and act, consciously or unconsciously, that they are superior to others, women, the earth, the creatures.

Their worldview must collapse. Urgently.

To exist as a true Yin and Yang will allow men, under the current record of serious mental health and suicide stress, to be healthier and happier. You might argue that point. But we simply have not given that Yin-Yang balanced model a go.

Don’t you think it is past time?