Sitting in an undergraduate class a few years back I remember the lecturer, a middle class white woman, asking each of the straight white men (SWM) to explain what they thought of SWM privilege. I yawned and most dudes in the room slumped in their seats. We were either unamused at the prospect of being labelled ‘privileged’ or unimpressed by a woman suggesting it, or both. She was one of those rusted on Social Justice Warriors that would often use her lectures to make crude and not so coded political arguments (and other ‘trendy shit’). As had become a pattern during the semester, I had already registered my ambivalence by getting drunk the night before. Some of the SWM used the pulpit to exhibit their confidence in confronting a female lecturer to disagree entirely with the notion that they were privileged.
I never saw myself in a position of privilege to start with. As such, it was pointless giving the notion any further thought. I’m privileged? Lol, wot? What about height privilege! I am 5 ft 7 (does she not know how much harder it is to ‘pick up’, than say 5 ft 11?), my hair was falling out too and I had a 60k student loan and a train wreck of false career starts. At that time I felt there was really only one sensible response to a woman suggesting to me that I was privileged: Fuck you.
Though not long after, I met two young and unemployed indigenous women while out and about in the community. Their grades had been pretty good prior to leaving high school and so I suggested they attend a foundation studies course at the local University. As I was providing the link between the University, their home environment and social services I figured that they would do alright.
In the week preceding their studies I took one of the young women to a social services office so she could switch her income support to a tertiary funding arrangement. Her case manager offered these words in support:
‘You do realise there’s a stand down period if you need to reapply for dole, don’t you. What are you going to do when you drop out?’
My mouth opened and closed like a goldfish.
Despite their initial enthusiasm, both started missing classes after the first 2 weeks. By week 8 both had left the programme despite one still comfortably passing. I asked them both what happened, and they both said the same things, ‘they didn’t feel like it was a place for them’ and that ‘none of their other friends went to uni’. The whole experience led to some painful introspection. I had blindly assumed that by bringing these young women into a new environment, a place I perceived as offering ‘limitless opportunities’, I had magically altered the trajectory of their lives for the better.
Privilege can be loosely defined as acquiring an otherwise hidden knowledge of how to go about something, having an assumed competence or proficiency in something or having a more illuminated pathway toward something (that is less accessible by others). I had all of these things on my first day at University: family members that had attended University, some even at the same institution; strong references from high school teachers; and an abundance of people wandering around campus who looked like me and talked like me. As McIntosh points out, privilege is the invisible system conferring dominance to a particular group in society. It is a virtue of certain individual characteristics not of your own making (such as your sexuality, skin colour or gender).
So where do short, going bald, broke af SWM fit into this discussion?
Well, let us transpose for a moment two persons with the same basket of circumstances. They are both 5 ft 7 and are ageing faster than they would like, both are deep in student debt and both have gone in circles trying to establish a career. Now assume that you could choose to be one of these people + a SWM or a Gay Brown Female (GBF), and that your goal in life is upward mobility. Who stands a better shot at turning all these things around? Considering all the structural disadvantages at play for females, homosexuals and ethnic minorities, you would surely respond with SWM. And that is what SWM privilege is, a relative term. Your life could still be pretty shit, even as an SWM. It could even be more shit than every GBF you know,but chances are you wouldn’t know many GBFs anyway.
So is there someone else to blame for not explaining that SWM privilege is a relative thing or have SWM, like myself, never really been interested in hearing about it in the first place? I don’t know the answer to that question. But the implications are important for election campaigns taking place in liberal democracies all over the world. Just ask someone like Jeremy Corbyn, whose own UK Labour Party is desperately trying to win back the support of working class voters who are now more likely to vote for the Conservative Party. Wait, what? So working class people are now more likely to vote for tax cuts and a reduction in the outlay of social services? How the fuck did that happen?
Is it because they fled Labour after being confronted with their privilege? Or, am I now the one making crude and not so coded political arguments?
TL;DR? SWM privilege is a thing, in relative terms. I started wearing hats in 2010.