The biggest problem with this bunkum is that she talks about Men and Women (deliberately capitalised) as identifiable 'gender groups', rather than as individuals. She then talks about the relationship between those gender groups being adversarial. What Abbott is trying to do here, is to fabricate conflict between groups, where very little really exists. Where it does exist, there is actually just conflict between individuals, who probably dislike each other for many reasons other than their sex.
But that aside, what is astounding is that she claims some deep insight into the minds of young men:
"Fewer men than ever are able to connect the fabric of their lives to those [male] archetypes."
How on earth does she know that? Has she asked lots of young men, "Excuse me. Could you tell me whether or not you are able to connect the fabric of your life to male archetypes?"... to which the traditional response is "You what?!". She then points out that,
More people are employed behind tills than mining coal [and] Machines and not sweating men assemble cars
Good! I don't know a single man who aspires to work his knackers off in a factory or a coal mine, when he could make more money sitting in a comfortable office. Men do not long for 'traditional male employment'. The only people who do are Abbott and her socialist buddies. Once men moved away from manual labour, they also left the clutches of aggressive unions and are hence are no longer Labour voters by default. Boo Hoo eh Diane?
And after that, Abbott contradicts herself almost immediately, by slagging off companies like Tescos for having the temerity to offer young men jobs "where work is unsatisfying". Well guess what Diane? Filling your lungs with coal dust and knackering your body by the age of 40 is even less satisfying than stacking shelves, but that doesn't stop you romanticising it.
She then makes a bunch of generalisations about men based on some dodgy stats, concluding that men are now consumers not providers, as if those roles are mutually exclusive. Needless to say, if a man generalised about women in the way she does about men, he'd have balls chewed off by Germaine Greer before you could say "Nutcracker".
So, all in all, this was a bleating, hand-wringing, shroud-waving guff-ball of a speech, with more holes in it than a tramp's sock collection. It was designed to get us all longing for the good-old days when working class men bundled themselves into awful working conditions for naff all money and dared not ask to do anything else, other than line up to vote Labour once every four years. Those days are gone, and no-one but Abbott misses them.