More on that disgusting, evil, mean, and hurtful bake sale at Cal Berkeley. Look, it caused all of those poor students to faint from a mass attack of the diversity vapors. Those left standing, (see the ones with the signs?) had to be taken to the hospital to have their outrage levels checked.
From Heather McDonald:
And like all such previous bake sales, it triggered a storm of ludicrously clueless outrage....Well, what do you expect from a guy named Gibor?
Gibor Basri, Berkeley’s vice chancellor for equity and diversity, could have served a valuable role here by pointing out that the bake sale was obviously a parody of racial and gender preferences, not a criticism of students themselves. Whatever one thinks about the issue of preferences, he might have said, such political theater belongs to Berkeley’s once-revered tradition of free speech. Instead, Basri chose to stoke the melodramatic self-pity of today’s college students. “A lot of students, especially students of color, read [the bake sale] as placing a higher value on white students,” Basri told the New York Times. Basri, in other words, obeyed the ironclad script for all such minor perturbations in the otherwise unbroken reign of campus political correctness. That script requires that the massive campus-diversity bureaucracy treat the delusional claims of hyperventilating students with utter seriousness. Students in the ever-expanding roster of official campus victim groups flatter themselves that by attending what is in fact the most caring, protective, and opportunity-rich institution in the history of the world, they are braving unspeakable threats to their ego and even to their physical safety.
My favorite character from the piece is the female student who was outraged because "queers" were left off the Young Republicans satirical pricing scheme. How dare they. Here she is making her case...
I mean, really...
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