DUBLIN – A couple of weekends back I got buried in a blizzard of snowflake indignation.

The human weather front responsible for my discomfort came in the form of my son, who's 19 but resembles a snowflake about as much as I resemble George Clooney. It's a trait he's picked up from his mother's side of the family and developed on the hurling pitch.

Anyway, we were driving to a match and a radio item came on detailing the latest college protest by a group of students unsettled by the prospect of a speaker who didn't share their world view appearing on campus. I can't recall exactly what I said in response – I regularly talk back to the radio and television – but I'm sure it was an ungracious crack about the delicate nature of today's young people.

That's when the storm hit, triggered by my lame humor. After prefacing his remarks with some mild profanity, my son said: “We didn't crash the world economy. Twice! We're not the ones destroying the planet. That's your generation! We didn't elect Donald Trump president. You did that!”

I was simultaneously impressed and taken aback by my son's swift and merciless rebuttal. That's what happens, I suppose, when your household subscribes to Time magazine and keeps a shelf of books by Michael “The Big Short” Lewis (among many others) close at hand. The young ones start to accumulate facts and form opinions of their own.

In fairness, my son would appear to be on the same page as tech and digital culture writer Amelia Tait. Commenting in the New Statesman back in January, Tait said: “Not content with insulting us individually, however, baby boomers have also coined the expression 'Generation Snowflake' to tar everyone born in the Nineties with the same brush. This definition entered the Collins English Dictionary last year, and can be found, much like a reference to Hitler, in every internet argument.”

Of course, according to a much disputed quotation – “If you’re not a leftist or socialist before you’re 25, you have no heart; if you're one after 25 you have no head” – my son and his contemporaries are exactly where they should be at this point in their lives: self-assured bordering on smug, certain of their own tastes and beliefs to the point of being a smidge intolerant, yet open to innovative social and technological developments that their elders can't even begin to understand.

My son must have carried his parental pique onto the hurling field. He put in a massive performance in midfield, registering his team's first point of the second half and thus halting a succession of unanswered scores from the opposition. In other words, a decidedly un-snowflake demonstration that contributed to a hard-fought victory on the day.

On the ride home I steered clear of any provocative topics – Trump, Brexit, North Korea – and instead focused on a subject he knows something about, despite our distance from Boston.

“How about them Sox?” I said. And then turned the car radio to a classics hit station we could both agree on.

Medford native Steve Coronella has lived in Ireland since 1992. He is the author of "Designing Dev," a comic novel about an Irish-American lad from Boston who runs for the Irish presidency. His latest book is entitled Entering Medford – And Other Destinations. Both are available from Amazon.