Young women are more enthusiastic about gender ideology than older women. In most polls that I've seen, young women are the most likely of any cohort to support men in women's change rooms, sports, etc.
I have a number of young (20-30) cousins and the female ones are passionate supporters of all things 'trans': pronouns in social media profiles/emails, recommendations of Judith Butler books (ugh), have divested themselves of Harry Potter related stuff, etc.
I've never understood how it suddently became the default position in the media that if young people say something is right then it is right.
It's definitely the case that older journos and media people (as well as academics) are running scared of their young colleagues. I think we see a lot of preference falsification on the part of anyone over 35 in the media - they are worried that if they don't signal the 'correct' views, they'll be tossed aside as irrelevant. This is a recent shift that has occurred over the past 5-6 years. When I worked in journalism back in the 00s, we young 'uns were scared of our older senior colleagues. We feared raising their ire, and wanted more than anything to gain their respect. Now it seems the dynamic has reversed, and it's not for the better.
There are many, many occassions when young people (through lack of experience and emotional exploitation) are wrong. Anyone remember the scene from the film Cabaret when the Hitler Youth group sing Tomorrow Belongs to Me?
University students also played a major role in the cultural revolution in China. Young people tend to be utopian in their thinking, which sometimes leads to political programs to rid the world of ideas and, eventually, people they don't like. Milan Kundera describes this dynamic (which he took part in as a student) in The Book of Laughter and Forgetting:
I too once danced in a ring. It was in the spring of 1948. The Communists had taken power in my country, the Socialist and Christian Democrat ministers had fled abroad, and I took other Communist students by the hand, I put my arms around their shoulders, and we took two steps in place, one step forward, lifted first one leg and then the other, and we did it just about every month, there being always something to celebrate, an anniversary here, a special event there, old wrongs were righted, new wrongs perpetrated, factories were nationalized, thousands of people went to jail, medical care became free of charge, small shopkeepers lost their shops, aged workers took their first vacations ever in confiscated country houses, and we smiled the smile of happiness.