I was reading an article in the New Yorker about student complaints at “elite” liberal arts colleges when I came across a mouth-boggling phrase: cissexist heteropatriarchy.

Now, that’s giving my Spell Check fits!. But I can figure out what it means, even though I went to a big state university.

There were claims of racism when the “ethnic” offerings served in the “food commons” (read: cafeteria) were deemed not authentic. Good lord.  I hope they didn’t serve General Tso’s chicken or  Hawaiian pizza.  Maybe you could just eat the food your parents paid for and be grateful.  They’re no longer there to tell you you have to clean up your plate.
And a student actually wanted “trigger warnings” when her class studied Antigone because it offended her womanhood. Poor baby. And “baby” is the only word I can think of to apply here.

You’re in a prestigious college. Lucky you! Now, stop complaining, be a grown up, and get to class.
Whatever your sexuality, your color, your economic status,  your frailties, in the adult world, you will often be confronted with people who treat you unfairly for so many reasons. Be strong. Learn to cope. Let that be one of the first lessons you learn in college. And you might even learn something about how to do that by studying Antigone.