Yes there was a good article by Tom Utley last week about the very issue of “Snowflakes”:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/columnist-1000961/Tom-Utley-Daily-Mail.html
A couple of extracts:
“Over at Stirling University, young archaeologists are given a ‘warning in advance of one image in a PowerPoint, which is of a well preserved archaeological body from an archaeological context’. Students are alerted to the ‘risk it is found a bit gruesome’.
“The same university even warns students of ‘gender studies’ (don’t ask me): ‘We cannot anticipate or exclude the possibility that you may encounter material which is triggering [i.e., which can trigger a negative reaction] and we urge that you take all necessary precautions to look after yourself in and around the programme.’ It goes on to say: ‘You can, of course, leave a class at any time should you need to. But please check in later that day to let us know how you are.’”
“Back in Glasgow, warnings are also given to veterinary students, who work with dead animals, and those studying ‘contemporary society’, who may be subjected to the trauma of discussing illness and violence.”
“Perhaps more surprising still, at Glasgow’s Strathclyde University they even see fit to warn students of forensic science ‘at the beginning of some lectures where sensitive images involving blood patterns, crime scenes and bodies etc are in the presentation’.”
When hearing of some of the ridiculous claptrap spouted by these establishments it is little wonder that students at some of them are trying to airbrush from their delicate minds references to anything with which they remotely disagree or which they may find not quite to their taste. This is why we see “snowflakes” in tears when they learn of an election or referendum result which went against their wishes. They cannot handle disappointment; they cannot cope with defeat; someone must “safeguard” their sensitivities at all times.
From the day I began my grammar school education I was encouraged to be robust, self-reliant and told to cope with things that were thrown at me (including board rubbers and textbooks). Nobody suggested that, when subject to a mass slippering for a minor misdemeanour, my form-mates and I might find the Dunlop Green Flash would bring on a “triggering” event. By the time I’d reached my mid-teens I’d been slippered regularly, cut up sheeps’ eyes, blown things up in the Chemistry lab, read about the torture and executions carried out in Europe in the name of religion and fallen into the river Thames whilst rowing. I was no snowflake and by the time I'd reached adulthood I could cope with whatever I encountered.
We mollycoddle these young adults at our peril. We need people who can cope with life, not run away to hide and pretend that life does not exist.