In Which a Life of Privilege Is Laid Bare
A Mistaken Presumption
I just finished a delightful book. (A delightfully naughty book, as it happens, in which—oddly enough—three of the main characters are complete prudes.) I enjoyed the entire thing, all two hundred and ninety-two pages of it. And then, after the last sentence (which was, if you are interested, “And Alice blushed pink, all the way down the back of her neck and to the very tips of her ears.”), I turned to the “About the Author” blurb on the two hundred and ninety-third page and said aloud, “Marie Phillips? You mean this was written by a woman?”
There are certain things I had assumed about the author from the first page. That the author was British, most likely a Londoner, since that is the setting of the novel. That the author was white, for no really good reason, except that I had also assumed that the characters where white. That the author was fairly young, because it was a young-seeming book. And, as has already been established, that the author was a man. All of these assumptions could have been proved (in the case of the author’s nationality, skin color and age) or disproved (in the case of the author’s sex) by simply looking at the jacket flap. Perhaps the front cover (which features the author’s name) could have clued me in, but I was a bit distracted by the illustration (a statue of a Greek goddess in flowing draperies and a black leather bustier, trailing a whip from her arm).
I’m not exactly sure what it was that made me imagine a man writing this book. Perhaps the frankly bawdy content (what, women can’t be bawdy? if nothing else does, this book proves they can); perhaps the fact that I identified with the author and I’m a male; perhaps because I lack imagination. In any case, this is a perfect segue into our real topic, which is what prejudiced, privileged, presumptuous asses all of us are.
Privilege in All Its Myriad Forms
If you are reading this post, congratulations! You can read. This is an advantage that not everyone has. If you are reading this on my website, or, better yet, on a feed aggregator, then you have at least rudimentary computer skills and have more than zero access to the internet. If you are male, or white, or straight, or cisgendered/cissexual, or educated, or mentally or physically able, or not impoverished, again: congratulations! You belong to a socially or materially privileged class that does not include part of the population. [If you do not see that males, whites, straights, etc. are privileged above their counterparts in our society, speak to me after class. You have some catching up to do.]
Now think about the privileged classes you belong to, and ask yourself how you use your privilege. If you are able, are you also ablist? If you are male, are you sexist? If you are cisgendered, are you transphobic or trans-apathetic? If you are straight, are you homophobic?
Do you try to deny your own privilege?
- If you are white, do you try to convince minorities that they are not disadvantaged in our society—or even that whites are—perhaps by invoking reverse racism, or affirmative action, or the culture of victimhood?
- If you are straight, do you complain about the word “homophobic,” saying you aren’t homophobic “because I’m not afraid of gays, I just don’t agree with their lifestyle and their agenda”?
- If you are a cisgendered female, do you talk down to transgendered women as being pretenders, or supporters of the patriarchy, or reifiers of societal gender roles?
- If you are male, when women try to tell you or each other about their experience, do you invade their space and try to hijack their discussion to talk about your own ideas (even if you are well-meaning and want to talk about that time you realized that women really do face sexism on a daily basis)?
- If you are a citizen of your country, do you rail about the filthy illegal immigrants taking all your jobs and living the plush life at your expense?
For a lot of people these examples may seem extreme. “I’m a man but I consider myself a feminist. I would never hijack a feminist discussion” or “I grew up the only white kid in a Latino barrio. All my friends were from Mexico and South America” or “I dated an FTM transsexual once. I think FTMs are cute!” Trust me, at some point you have abused your privilege, whether you know it or not. And the sneaky thing about privilege is that it’s very, very hard to see your own, and all too easy to see other people’s. As a homosexual, straight privilege is virtually ground in my face every day, but as a man, my own male privilege is usually invisible to me until someone else calls my attention to it after the fact. This is one of the things that makes conversations about privilege between advantaged and disadvantaged groups so difficult. And thus disadvantaged groups are accused of wanting “special rights” or of having an “agenda.”
The point here is not to make you feel bad about the fact that you are not disadvantaged in every possible way, or even to make you feel guilty for the times in the past that you have abused your privilege. I just wanted to induce you to recognize the advantage of your own position, and maybe help you think about ways that you can join in the dialogue and maybe make things better in your communities.
What You Can Do
Step one: Inform yourself.
Privilege Primers
- White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack, by Peggy McIntosh
- A primer on privilege: what it is and what it isn’t, by Betty
- What is male privilege? by tigtog
- Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack II: Straight Privilege, by a group of straight-identified Earlham College students
Informational Blogs and Sites
- Finally, a Feminism 101 Blog, by tigtog
- Questioning Transphobia, by Lisa
- Isocrat.org
- International Blog Against Racism Week on Delicious
Step two: Admit that you have privilege and realize that, while it is not your fault, it harms you as well as others.
Step three: Try to figure out ways you can diminish your own unearned privilege and empower those around you who are disadvantaged.
Step four: Leave a comment here!
Step five: Continually CHECK YOUR PRIVILEGE.
The fifth step will last a lifetime. Better get started!
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August 26th, 2008 at 8:25 am
re: what, women can’t be bawdy?
I should like to point out, especially considering that it was my recommendation that brought you to this book, I tied it directly to Bridget Jones’s diary. Of course, I have the opposite view and assume that female British authors are bawdier than their male counterparts.
August 26th, 2008 at 10:25 am
If I don’t know what ‘cisgendered’ means, am I still privileged?
August 26th, 2008 at 12:36 pm
Edgy, you’re right, you did. But I’ve never read Bridget Jones, so I ignored the comparison. And then, apparently, I forgot it completely? I have no good explanation. But thanks for the recommendation. The book made my day.
Kerry, one of the perks of not being transgendered is that you can get by just fine in our society not knowing specialized words dealing with transgendered/ transsexual/ non-transgendered/ non-transsexual people. If you click the link below, though, your privileged ignorance will be stripped away. PROCEED WITH CAUTION
Definition of cisgendered (from Urbandictionary.com)
August 28th, 2008 at 7:07 am
I still do not agree.
My opinion is nothing but my opinion formed from a my life. My life as a privileged? white American.
I was born in America, I was born to immigrant parents, who happen to be from Europe.
I don’t feel the privilege. I don’t see it much in my life as well. I don’t have to errand list all the bullet points (probably because I’m privileged?)
My point is, doesn’t matter to me why I do certain things. Be them hateful, be them right, be them completely sub-conscious. If they are autonomous or not. It,they, whatever do not label me privileged. That is a label for someone else (privileged?) to give to me with a pretty little bow and maybe a candle.
I have never agreed with many labels. I certainly refuse my life of them. Well, maybe alcoholic is right. Workaholic could be another. Asshole I embrace. But labels in general are just another form of categorization that I don’t care about. I don’t care to perpetuate them. I’ve been categorized my entire life by other people, I care not to add another. If YOU (disambiguated) want to call that privileged, you have every right to. But remember I have every right to ignore it and keep living my life as I strive to do.
Because I consume air I’m more privileged than the rocks of the earth that don’t. That doesn’t make me a better human for knowing that. It makes me less effective in just being a good one.
This probably seems convoluted, which it is. But it is too early in the morning for me to try to pen a cohesive thought. I have to get to readying the business for another work day in which I give money to others that are less privileged. That work less hours than I, that make more money per hour than I when it is said and done, yet I’m priviledged.
August 28th, 2008 at 8:05 am
You say you don’t want to be labeled, Brad, but the point of “privilege” is that, no matter what you call it, it exists—and it exists because people label and categorize each other, and then react to each other differently because of those labels and categories. My pointing out your privilege isn’t what makes the privilege exist, and your not seeing it doesn’t make it not exist. You are white and male, and right there you have more societal weight (positive societal weight) in most situations than a non-Caucasian non-male, before you even open your mouth or make your first move. Again, you don’t notice it, because to you that’s just the way the world works and has always worked. And it’s not your fault; you didn’t make up our absurdly sexist and racist social dynamic. But that doesn’t mean that sexist, racist social dynamic doesn’t make your life easier in little ways every day. And, conversely, the lives of non-white non-males harder in little ways every day, regardless of their actions, worthiness or personality.
August 29th, 2008 at 1:21 pm
As a homosexual, straight privilege is virtually ground in my face every day, but as a man, my own male privilege is usually invisible to me until someone else calls my attention to it after the fact.
I’ve often pondered this dichotomy, and how it shapes my perceptions. I have to say that I am not at all good at seeing my own male privilege. I know for certain it exists, but I rarely am able to identify situations where it is present, because, like you said above, it’s the only way I’ve ever lived. I’ve never lived as a woman. I am, however, painfully aware of the straight privilege, perhaps partly because I did live as a straight person for a long time, and now that I no longer do, the difference is even more apparent.
Oh, and I agree with Edgy, in my mind, British women are rather more ribald then British men, whereas the opposite is by far my perception in America.