Forget the ridiculous toilet issue that is stealing the crown of utter inanity from the “Christian pizzerias refuse to cater gay weddings” fiasco and note how terrified these students are of any confrontation. If they find it impossible to say “You are wrong” to somebody who is obviously wrong, how do you think they react when I tell them “it’s la ciudad, not el ciudad” in class? And how often do you think they roll out a “But that’s my opinion!” in an earnest belief that this should immediately put an end to any questioning or discussion?

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