I rarely consider just how fortunate and privileged I am to be a heterosexual, middle-class white male.
Cops don’t pull me over for driving while white. Women don’t clutch their purses more tightly as I walk past, fearing that I’ll mug them. I’ve never been killed for looking suspicious on my way back from the corner store with a bag of Skittles.
I get paid on merit, not as a percentage of what someone else makes for the same work. There’s very little chance that someone will try to grope me. (Even if I could use a little action sometimes.)
When I go online, I’m not harassed for my appearance, or threatened with violence, or assaulted with slurs based on the type of body I was born with. No one tells me to eat a cheeseburger, go on a diet or make them a sandwich. No one tells me my only place in this world is the workshop or the kitchen or out clubbing gazelles for dinner.
The worst stereotype I might face is my inability to jump.
No one sees the name “Tom” on a job application and immediately judges me like they might for someone named Roshanda.
No one would look at me like a lesser being for buying contraceptives or refuse to ring up my purchase based on their religious beliefs. No politicians have suggested I’m roughly equivalent to a farm animal.
I don’t have to endure looks of pity when selecting a form of payment for groceries. So far I’ve been fortunate enough not to have to choose between a doctor’s visit and food. No one is making it impossible for me to exercise my right as a citizen to vote.
I don’t have to wait for others to grant me basic civil rights. There are no laws barring me from being in a relationship with a consenting adult1 of the gender to which I’m attracted. There aren’t churches full of people lining up with picket signs reading “God Hates Straights“. “No hetero” isn’t a phrase anyone uses.
I’m a straight, white male from a middle-class background, and that gives me enormous privilege in today’s world. It’s remarkably easy to take it all for granted, and of that I’m absolutely guilty. But it doesn’t have to be that way.
You don’t have to be gay to support gay marriage. You don’t have to be pregnant to support the ability for a woman to get an abortion. You don’t have to be a minority to oppose discrimination. You just have to be a reasonable human being2 with a shred of empathy and the mental capacity to understand that allowing someone to lead a lifestyle of their own choosing will probably not bring down fire and brimstone upon the world.
Humans are humans, regardless of their skin color, their access to bits of paper, their dangly bits or who else’s dangly bits they enjoy. That shouldn’t be a difficult concept to embrace.
- To take it a step further, I’m not even sure why marriage should necessarily be limited to two people. So long as those involved are consenting adults of legal age, who are we to tell someone that you can’t love more than one person simultaneously? ⇑
- This is somewhat kinder language than what I used on Twitter today. ⇑