This Is How I Know We're Doomed

This Is How I Know We're Doomed. College Kids Are Demanding "Safe Spaces" Where Their Feeeeelings Can't Be Hurt.

Written by  Mockaren

I swear, we are raising a nation of pansies.

According to this, a column by Judith Shulevitz in the NYT says that college kids are demanding "safe spaces" where any speech that could potentially hurt their precious feeeeeeelings is banned.

I'm not even making that up.

Examples Shulevitz gave included a student group at Brown (the Sexual Assault Task Force), which found out that a debate was going to be held about rape culture.  They were so upset that a libertarian planned to criticize the term "rape culture" that the university president was persuaded to schedule a CONCURRENT discussion about   "the role of culture in sexual assault."  A "safe space" was created for all of the students whose delicate sensibilities were affected by the debate, and this space included, FOR REAL, "cookies, coloring books, bubbles, Play-Doh, calming music, pillows, blankets, and a video of puppies."

According to the sourcelink, Shulevitz wrote that this phenomenon of college students feeling so easily threatened started in the 80s and 90s, when "feminists and legal scholars said the First Amendment was not meant to offer free speech to supposedly racist or sexist language causing pain."

Shulevitz gave plenty of other examples of this total wussification of college students.  And I contend that  in every example, progressivism is to blame.

Is it any wonder that we're now seeing adult day care centers open in US cities?

Listen, I'm the first person to admit COMPLETE immaturity from time to time, particularly in the face of fart jokes.  But even I know that there's a time and a place for everything.  And college is NOT the time or place for students to shield themselves from varying viewpoints and diversity of thought.  They should be seeking it out, critically thinking about what they're hearing, and shaping their own points of view.  Not running into safe rooms and playing with freaking Play-Doh.

Buncha babies.

Gawd.