On the subject of female privilege:
I get certain people asking me demanding all the time, What about female privilege!? There’s things like ladies night at bars where they get half-off drinks… hopefully we’ve all realized by now that is not female privilege, but a rape culture at work.
But I’m not writing this post to talk about that. I am writing to talk about an honest to goodness example of female privilege that I’ve discovered:
While at Trader Joes, I found the onion bagels were stiff and about to expire. I asked an employee (he was male) if there were more in the back that were more fresh. He went back to check immediately.
Female privilege.
Sure enough I’d return the privilege of having fresher bagels found quickly, if to avoid a culture where I live by a rape schedule.
Sure enough, I’d give it all back (and by all, I mean fresher bagels), if I could feel safe in public, if I could feel like a person with autonomy and agency, and not just a body to be ogled, objectified, and fapped to…
And now that I’m thinking about it, I think he may just have been helping me because he thought I was cute, or because he was a Trader Joes employee and it was his job to help. So never mind that female privilege thing, I guess there isn’t any after all, not even when it comes to something as menial as fresher bagels.