So not only is Queen's Students' Union banning Robin Thicke's hit song Blurred Lines from its bars and clubs, but it won't even tolerate it playing on the radio.
According to a diktat issued by the student council, the offending station must be changed immediately, as soon as the song comes on.
According to equality and diversity officer Caoimhe McNeill, the issue is not censorship but rather "the safety of students".
Yeah, right. How exactly is any student going to be harmed by hearing some low-rent R&B sleaze merchant burbling "you know you want it baby"?
Will it turn all the young men into ravening sex beasts, while the women run away screaming? And how about all the misogynist rap and R&B songs out there, many much more vicious and explicit than Thicke's pathetic little effort – are you going to ban all them too? Come to think of it, are there any films you really don't think the students should see? Any books?
You could have a right old fascist bonfire going, once you get started. That's the danger of starting down the road towards censorship. It's so hard to stop.
University should be about expanding your horizons, encountering all kinds of ideas and beliefs and arguments – some compelling, some obnoxious – and making up your own mind about them.
Young people don't need these sanctimonious junior thought-police intervening on their behalf.
Grow up – and loosen up while you're at it.