CATHY YOUNG: Hate on Jordan Peterson all you want, but he’s tapping into frustration that feminists shouldn’t ignore.

More than half a century after the modern feminist revolution began in the 1960s, we have yet to figure out new rules for partnership between men and women. . . .

Consider: We have rejected traditional sexist proprieties that forbade coarse language in front of “the ladies,” yet a man can now be fired for telling a crude joke that offends a female co-worker. Calling women “the weaker sex” would be considered shockingly retrograde, yet ambivalent sexual encounters are easily recast as violations of women, with men presumed entirely responsible for ensuring consent. Workplace romances abound, yet flirting could be one step away from someone’s idea of sexual harassment.

The rule is, the rules are whatever the loudest-screaming lefties want them to be at the moment. And they’re subject to change at any moment, or even retroactively, according to the political needs of right now.

But if you don’t like Peterson, you may want to hold back anyway. Because if you don’t like him, you really won’t like who’ll tap into that frustration if he’s gone.