We really have hit peak faux outrage. Rather than writing a quiz “How basic of a bitch/bro ARE YOU?” for people trying to score pumpkin spice dish towels, a university has released a “How privileged of a white honky are you?” Okay, I added the honky part. It’s really just the “White Privilege Test.” Their loss.
Steven saw this as a teachable moment and took the test on all of our behalves. It went about as you’d expect.
Firstly, I’m with Jared. Comic Sans is the typographical equivalent of rape. I walk back that statement zero. If you have a problem with it, you probably think Papyrus was appropriate for your wedding invitations. Get back, Satan.
Secondly, if you have that much time on your hands to create an entire listicle quiz about one’s degree of white privilege, I have some sad news for you: you have too much privilege, too much time, and clearly not enough endorphins coursing through your weak veins. Go find a hill. Run up it. Or a pond. Swim in it. Or a mountain. Jump from it. Your use of safety equipment is up to you. Let no one micromanage how you choose to leap from high altitude apexes.