Broflake is a species of masculinity so delicate, it makes a snowflake look like a rock. These fine gentlemen have the remarkable ability to melt at the slightest challenge to their manhood. In their delicate sensibilities — ‘But what about International Man’s Day?’ and ‘Boys will be boys’ — lie a wealth of comedic material just waiting to be mined. The broflake’s ego, fragile as a Fabergé egg, shatters into a million pieces when confronted with dreaded things like ‘feminism’ and ‘gender parity’, leaving behind nothing but a puddle of insecurity. The broflake’s natural habitat is the internet. Here, they roam freely, their delicate feelings shielded by happy anonymity.