The problem with snowflakes.

The snowflake landed on her nose. All I wanted to do at that point was laugh at the ineptitude of the blow. I grabbed him and threw the idiot to one side.

“Don’t you touch me! Who the hell do you think you are!?”

I stared at him with scorn. “I don’t care who you are either you over-privileged prick!”

“She had the nerve to suggest that I should get a spine! Me! Here of all places!”

“So? What’s so special about here? It’s a room, in a fucking collage!”

I could see I was upsetting him, just as much as she had. He had tears in his eyes. God, what a pussy!

“This is a safe space you…”

“Safe space?” I sneered. “There’s no such thing as a fucking safe space in the real world, why should you have one here? She’s right. You’ve been coddled for too long. You need to experience some real life. You need to grow a fucking backbone.”

“But she upset me! She had the nerve to disagree with me! It’s against the rules to disagree with me here and now you’re doing it!”

I shook my head and turned to her. She was clutching her sides in laughter. She nodded at the door.

As we walked out and slammed it behind us, I turned to her.

“What did you say he disagreed with you so violently he tried hitting you?”

“Hit? Pah, he couldn’t punch his way out of a wet paper bag.”

“But what did you say that got him so riled up?”

“He was going on all self righteous about how the next Bond should be a woman. All that bollocks about the patriarchy and crap. I just kept prodding and prodding. Pushed his buttons. Set off all his precious little triggers. Wound him up to breaking point until he lost his temper. Trolled him, if you like. It didn’t take much. Just as well no-one else was in there, he would’ve been kicked out, getting into such a state he tried hitting a woman.”

I nodded. “And if I’d not been there?”

“He would’ve left the room with two black eyes and a bloody nose, clutching his groin and crawling.”

"Quite right. Let’s get a beer."