Internet mag Spiked! has, with its characteristic tact and nuance, launched a campaign against "campus censorship", by which they mean recent bannings of speakers and events by university students.
I've written about this issue before, predictably coming down hard on my usual position of: "Most of this is basically inconsequential nonsense that no sane person would devote serious time or worry to, and the events that actually are worth paying attention to aren't going to be resolved by everybody losing their shit and hurling insults at each other".
Suffice to say, I think that there is blame - and tiresome busybodies - on both sides.
Nonetheless, I have a proposition that might resolve the escalating tensions between the tiny number of thin-skinned students and seething opinion columnists who actually give a damn about such things.
I propose a series of "Campus Free-Speech Days", in which the nation's whingeing hacks will be permitted to parade through the grounds of any university that catches their ire. The opinion journalists would then be free to march up and down shouting about their tremendously controversial beliefs, while waving flags and banners depicting the heroes and martyrs of the free-speech cause.
The hacks should dress smartly to show respect although, in the interests of health and safety, it would probably be best if they all wore colourful high-visibility clothing - bright orange sashes would be perfect.
They'd also be free to draw attention to their cause in any manner that they saw fit - perhaps by shouting that "Britain says NO! to censorship", or by banging drums or playing instruments such as flutes and accordions.
All of this would need to be meticulously planned with the local police of course, who would ensure security along the route of the march.
This would also give the tiny number of students who actually give a shit about safe spaces and micro-aggressions more than enough warning to allow them to barricade themselves into their dorms and meeting rooms, where they'll remain inviolate from triggering opinions and exposure to Telegraph columnists.
I think that this could work and that, given a couple of hundred years, it could eventually lead to some kind of peace process that will foster accommodation between prissy 20-year-olds and pissy, middle-aged journalists.
As a secondary consequence, it'd also keep these interminable squabbles far away from reasonable humans.