Crybullies …

We should have expected this. 

All those precious little snowflakes – protected against every little hurt by adoring parents – are now in college and they’re having trouble adjusting. Apparently not everybody else recognizes how fragile they are and how easily their feelings can be hurt.

College was supposed to be a special place for these snowflakes. After they were ferried to all their lacrosse, soccer, swimming and other classes, and did their humanitarian projects to buff up their college apps, college was sure to welcome them with open, caring arms.  They expected a continuation of life with Mommy and Daddy – a place where everyone obsessed over them and their wishes; a place where never was heard a discouraging word.   

But they encountered mean people; people who disagreed with them.  So they did what always worked with Mommy and Daddy – they threw a tantrum. 

And just like Mommy and Daddy, college administrators bent to their wishes. College administrators made special provisions for these precious snowflakes so they wouldn’t have to hear hurtful words, see things that offended them, or made them think troubling thoughts. 

The snowflakes would now have the freedom to say or do whatever they liked, shut down anyone they didn’t like, and prevent others from violating their safe spaces.  And the college would back them up no matter what – whether that meant firing instructors, cancelling commencement speakers or events, or anything else they demanded for whatever real or perceived reason.     

Now the snowflakes are in charge.  Watch what you say or do or they’ll come after you. Freedom of speech is now entirely in their hands; they’ll decide what anyone can say or do.  And woe unto anyone who dares violate their safe spaces, which seem to be expanding all the time.   

Recently a college Yoga class instructor found that her classes were not being offered again because Yoga originated in India which some students thought had a history of repression of other cultures. So forget about stretching and meditation – that’s colonialism.   

A professor at another school who told students that it was okay to dress up at Halloween was figuratively dragged over the coals for being culturally and racially insensitive. 

One college’s administrative staff that staged a group photo dressed in sombreros and serapes to promote a Mexican food night on campus was forced to issue a heartfelt apology to the entire student body for disrespecting students of Mexican heritage. 

It’s bad enough that we all have to deal with the “black lives matter” morons who discover racism at every turn.  Now we have to deal with a “privileged, wealthy snowflakes matter” movement, too.  They both have much in common – manufactured outrage over minor events, an appalling disregard for facts,  intolerance of other points of view, and a “me-me” attitude that their feelings are far more important than anyone else’s rights.    

One difference is that the black lives matter folks aren’t worried about what happens next. Protesting is their full-time job; they’re at it all hours of the day or night, seven days a week.  That doesn’t leave a lot of other time for gainful employment, even if they were interested.  

Which they aren’t -- until minimum wage is raised to at least $15 an hour.        

But the snowflakes … ah, that’s a different matter. They’ve been brought up to believe the world is just waiting to fulfill their every desire. They fully expect after graduation to land a high-paying job, have great life-work balance, and plenty of time to produce their own family of precious snowflakes. Their parents have fed them this delusion all their lives.

Reality is really going to suck for many of them.  A major in Feminine Dance Theory or French Poets of the 16^th Century won’t bring big bucks in the job market.  They’ll encounter people who tell jokes and say things that offend them.  And Mommy and Daddy – and indulgent college administrators – are not always going to be there to kiss away all the boo-boos.     

In short they’ll have to deal with real life outside the cocoon on their college campus they’ve managed to construct through intimidation. The world outside their campus doesn’t give a rat’s ass about their feelings, and couldn’t care less about respecting their “safe place.”   

I can’t wait for these pampered pansies to get out in the real world, in real jobs, where their feelings are their problem and no one else’s concern.  I can’t wait for them to tell their coworkers and their boss the rules for their personal safe place, and what will and will not be permitted in it. I’d also like to be there the first time they try throwing a tantrum at work to get their way. 

Then again, none of those things might happen. They might never get a real job in the real world.  Maybe they’ll just stay on their parents’ couch after they graduate. 

That can be their safe place.