Shannon Elizabeth comments on "white privilege" as it obtains in feminist circles
Elizabeth: “One time, while explaining to Marlon Wayans and Method Man why it wasn’t cool for them to pin me down and smear my breasts with Coconut milk and Aveeno, I had what we sisters like to call an epiphany — namely, that I was being unfair to my Black brothers, holding back the fruits of my white privilege from the victim class like that, even if I was doing so out of, like, primal revulsion rather than out of some sort of overt and conscious racial animus.
“Because the fact is, simply by virtue of my being white, I am — constantly, inevitably— exerting white privilege, and that is in itself racism. Period.
“So I ended up letting them pluck my nipples like Earl Scruggs doing a cathouse banjo jam on a couple of rain-glazed parking cones. Which, not only did I kind of enjoy it, after a coupla’ bumps of coke and a few Cuba Libras — but once I realized how charitable and selfless I’d become toward my beautiful oppressed brothers, I felt, like, totally empowered, you know?
“– Which, in turn, made me feel all guilty again — I mean, I shouldn’t feel empowered at the expense of Blacks because of my white privilege, right? — so ultimately I just pounded enough tequila to the point where I was totally at ease with waking up sunny side down on a mattress in the back of some pimped out van with a Cristal bottle shoved into my ass. It was, after all, for a good cause, and that feeling of being perpetually conflicted had been replaced by a scorching headache, some bruising, and vague memories of The Sugar Hill Gang and a troupe of dwarfs…”
(h/t Terry H)