I have a dear old friend going to Harvard now. He's a few years older than me and much wiser. He's white, old, pretty ok as far as money. He's really there. He was hardscrabble farm stock, worked to get clothes to go to school. He is bombasted every day by privileged little brats about how he is the enemy. This angers me greatly.

Well-respected speaker asserts it's impossible to criticize blacks, women, queers, browns, cripples, trannies, injuns, or Muslims in universities.

Without conscious irony, he sets out his view that a culture of victimhood has taken root in our ivory towers. He sees this as a form of status-seeking.

Here's the hypocrite's signature move. When these newly-uppity people talk back, now they're victimizers making him out to be a bad, white, man. Because the only thing sass talk like that can mean is that they are saying his race and gender are "bad." Maybe he's right. Maybe there is a victimhood culture if you scratch the patina here somewhere.

I'd just like to mention here that when he plugs his book, and goes into his "Great Truth No. 7," it's the Nietzchean canard that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Oh, man. This is rich. Plus, we get some Meng Tzu on the virtue of suffering. This has got to be the best-dressed anti-clueful self-pity I've seen in ages. Status-seeking, anyone?

Now we're going all in. Fragility is bad, says the guy with bird bones, who's apparently tormented by the existence of participation trophies in the Eighties.

We're going to end the talk on an up note? Oh, it's that straight white males are made stronger by their victimhood. And we're done.

There's a valid point somewhere underneath all this foolishness to make. This guy's not doing it.