Privilege

Privilege
by
Bobby Derie

Reddit reflected eerily in her glasses as she angrily pounded at the keyboard. "You realize your bitching and whining is just an expression of your white male privilege, right?" She spoke loud enough to be heard over the cubicle wall.

"Yes, very probably." His answer floated back. She paused, rubbing her wrists.

"You're not going to stop, are you?"

There was an audible sigh, and then a series of subaudible grunts, the creak of a desk, and a shudder that shook the fabric-covered wall between them. A hairy head peered over the wall, cheeks fuzzy with about three weeks half-assed effort of beard. "I wasn't planning on it."

"Do you know the shit I would get if I posted like you do?"

"No," he said amiably. "Although I reckon it would be pretty bad. Lot of assholes out there attack folks for being different."

"You're not helping." She deliberately turned back to her screen.

"I know," The head dipped out of sight as the mountain began climbing back down. "I don't know how."

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