A few years ago, as I was researching trans stuff prior to my decision to transition, making lists of pros and cons, I kept reading about the loss of my male privilege.
“Male privilege?” I asked myself. “What male privilege?”
All those years pretending to be a man, I never once thought that being one had given me any advantage whatsoever. Sure, I was physically larger and stronger than your average woman, but in terms of any other sort of advantage or privilege, social, economic or whatever, I was blind. I just didn’t see it.
I didn’t see it when I was a kid at home, and Mom didn’t make me do squat around the house. She was still doing my laundry when I was in my early twenties.
I didn’t see it every year at Thanksgiving, where women did all the work while men watched football. I don’t even like football.
I didn’t see it when I was promoted to Shift Supervisor at a fast food joint. I was the only person on the crew with a penis.
I didn’t see it when I became Music Minister at a church that didn’t allow women to hold ministry positions. In fact, they preferred that women “be silent” altogether. It said so in the book.
I didn’t see it when I beat out a more qualified woman for a high school music teacher position. I don’t even have a degree in music. She had two.
I didn't see it at the mechanic shop, back when they used to assume I knew all about cars and gave me detailed information about what they were doing under the hood. (Disclosure: I know very little about cars, so mansplain away.)
I didn’t see it every time I was made primary holder of our joint checking account, despite the fact that my wife has always been our breadwinner.
Seriously, I just didn’t see it.
But, now that it’s gone, I see it everywhere.
James Brown was right, this is definitely a man’s world.