Disability and Privilege
Privilege is one of those things that I don’t understand. Privilege is constantly changing. I have so many privileges and so many, many disadvantages. They work together half the time and half the time they just cancel each other out…And then, if there is the privilege of having more privilege- the other half of the time it works against me.
I am female in the USA. Privilege or disadvantage? I live in the USA: Making me automatically privileged in many spheres. I am a female. A disabled female. I have no idea which that makes me. I will always and forever be discriminated against because of who I am. I’ll have to fight non-stop to prove myself and I’m pretty positive I’ll have to worry about being raped and murdered every second Audrey and Ryan aren’t around.
But I will probably be a better human being than my counterparts because I’ll constantly be trying to prove myself… which will probably lead to my untimely demise because of stress and high-blood pressure but…. in journalism being a disabled female is the most amazing thing in the world. People talk to me. Look at my innocent adorable face. People tell me stuff because they automatically underestimate me. It’s human nature. I was angry about it for a long time until I realized how incredibly human and awesome it is.
Humans are so weird, so glad I’m not one…I have privilege, I’m a human and I’m an American. I fully accept that. Do you?
*If you’re not an American you don’t have to accept that part
I’m just a girl.
Privacy is a privilege.
Speaking of being a girl; females lose all privacy of their body rapidly when they become pregnant. Males don’t have to. Females get hundreds of other privileges from the pregnancy but if you argue for that than you are just proving this post’s point.
I just fully became aware of that fact in its entire being and feel I must tell everyone I come in contact with. I am very private but I am a disabled female who got a rare disease doctors like to research, who herself without being forced, became a writer of secrets and life-tales,and grew-up during the Facebook boom. I pretty much have to suck it up and own the hard fact that I am not privileged to have privacy anymore. I get suspicious when my mom asks for my Social Security Number. I like privacy and think it’s a cool theory but I’ll probably not have that privilege and that’s totally cool, I have 3 billion others.
Maybe when I become rich I’ll have privacy like Trump.
Ryan got me Roxanne Gay’s “Bad Feminist” and I cannot tell you how many times I have read the chapter on privilege. The subject is all Ry and I talk about anymore. It’s engrossing, gross, icky, numbing, mind-boggling, enlightening, and thrilling.
Everyone has privilege.
People and the media talk about it in this way, this horrid way, that makes you jaded and disillusioned by it and it just becomes another buzzword.
It’s a substantial trait of our humanity.
It’s what makes you you and me me.
It’s part of who you are.
We all have some sort of privilege. It’s so hard to think about and it’s so fun to think about. No one is entirely privileged.
Calling someone privileged is so non-descrepitive and naive.
We all are.Share!