That's not end times, just the end of the John Wayne/Clint Eastwood self sufficient, meat eating male.
My daughter is 12. Her 6th grade class had an end-of-school project building soap box race cars. Supposed to encourage team work and communication.
They broke up into 5 member teams.
Her team was 3 boys, 2 girls.
My daughter and her friend led the team, did all the work and raced the car.
Why?
Because they could use the tools. I'm serious. 2 of the boys couldn't drive nails. When they failed at it, they cried and quit. Really.
They would miss a nail or mess up a line with the saw and start crying and go sit under a tree. Over and over again. One of them cried 13 times in a six hour period.
The third boy was a little fat dude who wouldn't do anything except play games on his phone.
My daughter and her friend were the only two on the team who knew what the tools were and how to use them.
Pitiful.
By 12 me and my friends disassembled and reassembled our dirt bikes 2 or 3 times a day swapping parts.
I HATE Bill Maher, but he complained of the "Feminization of America" 10 years ago and that's the only thing he ever said that was accurate.