Privilege: A privilege is a right or benefit of an individual or group that gives them an advantage over those who do not have the privilege. Most people do not know that they are privileged. The term was conceived to aid in communication between minority groups seeking social justice. The concept has since spread to social media.
Assigning privilege is a popular game you can play on the Internet. it is easy and can be as dismissive and quick as you want. New oppressed groups spring up almost daily, so the system has to be flexible and useful for finding their opposites. Look at a photo of one or more people and assign the subjects one or more of the privilege "buttons" below. The more privilege, the better they have it.
It seems more complicated than it is. The important thing to remember is to check as many boxes as possible when assigning someone privilege. It helps you define them and understand their life. If you can think of an advantage that person has that is not listed, feel free to come up with some new privileges. This is all about understanding, not strict rules.
Let's try it out on this photo of GOP chairman Reince Priebus:
Looks like a pretty privileged guy. How many do you spot?
You will notice the two big ones I left off were neurotypical (I wouldn't be surprised to learn Priebus is a psychopath) and height (I am pretty sure Priebus is small). I added the little message stating "HE HAS IT MADE!" since he does, in fact, have it made.
Here are some other examples to get you started:
Those are just a few, incomplete examples. Join the crusade for social justice by using these tools to seek out and label people so we know more about them and can build bridges to greater understanding. It's the most important thing you can do to further the cause! Good luck, warriors!
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