That's the funniest shit I ever heard.

Attack

"Furthermore--" Dr Pestova stops suddenly, your conspicuous snickering seizing the attention of the room.

The professor turns around slowly from the blackboard and gazes up at your seat. "Young man, is there something funny about what I'm teaching?"

The coeds wait anxiously for your response. "I'm sorry," you begin, "but you're just full of shit." Girls everywhere gasp at your audacity. Dr Pestova, on the other hand, stands cold and silent.

"I mean, listen to yourself! Shoving all this propaganda down these girls' throats! Men never subjugated women! Men <i>protected</i> women. And men specialized to do certain things, and women specialized to do other things, like having babies. Tough luck, that's how it is. Someone had to do it. That's why you don't get paid as much. You take maternity leave? That's what your husband's for. See, we men, take that responsibility upon ourselves. That's our sacrifice. That's what works. That's what's <i>been</i> working for thousands of years. And now, FEMI-NAZIS like you are trying to wreck things." Do what you want, but don't go crying about men enslaving you women. Hell, all you future housewives have it good."

The room explodes at the close of your diatribe. Women open their mouths wide for you, but, probably not the way you'd like them to.

"What are you even doing here? What, did all your classes fill up? Just get the fuck out of here!"
"Yah, I came here to study for four years so I could be a housewife? Yah right, Dick!"
"Oh my god, you seriously need to get away from me right now."
"What an asshole!"
"Fuck <i>you</i>!!"
"Pig!"

You're a little surprised when the other guy in the class steps up to you. He's tall and muscular, in tan khakis and a light blue dress shirt. His spiked brown hair actually makes him look even bigger.

"You're outta line, Pal," he says, "You need to apologize." The girls flock to him, chanting his name and egging him on.
"You tell him, Albert."
"Albert's a real man, not like this monkey (you)."
"Hey you stay outta this, Shitface," you tell him as you rise from your chair. Even when out of your seat, it's clear who the victor would be (not you) if there were a scuffle.

Albert steps ever closer and stares you down. "Just go," he says.