„Go on a date with girl.
Take her to nice restaurant.
She orders a shrimp cocktail and several drinks.
Ask for the check.
The waiter places the check in front of me, not in front of her, not in the middle of the table.
Look of horror comes across the girl’s face.
I reach for the check and place my credit card inside.
She begins to tremble.
Tears well up in her eyes.
I can tell she is paralyzed by fear at the oppression she is experiencing.
I chauvinistically place the check with my credit card on the table in front of me, daring her to do something about it.
The power of my oppression of this woman surges through my body as I lean back in my seat and stare directly at her.
She is shaking with fright, the oppression strangling her voice away.
The waiter returns to take the check away.
All is lost to her now.
Men at the other tables begin to stand up and clap.
Women all over the restaurant begin to shriek and cry.
I feel my erect penis lift the tablecloth in front of me.
I ask my date, „Did you enjoy your dinner?“
„Y-yes… thank you,“ she says behind a mask of tears.
I lean forward, a devious, patriarchal smile spreading across my face.
And I tell her: „It was my privilege.“
Doing some grocery shopping.
Walk through the store, notice a small woman stacking the shelves, farther down my aisle.
As I come near she falls from her stair as she tries to put something heavy on the top shelf, the goods going to the floor.
She notices me and shrinks back slightly before being paralyzed with fear.
Her eyes widen as I come closer, pupils shrinking as I reach for the goods.
Her lip trembles as I pick up the box and put it on the top shelf, no stair required.
I reach my hand out to help her up, and tears well up in her eyes.
“T-thank y-you”, she says, as she takes my hand and gently pull her to her feet.
Men are grinning at me, someone starts the slow clap, as all the other women look at her with scorn and pity at the same time.
I bare my teeth in a mischievous grin, and she begins to sob softly.
I continue my shopping under raucous applause.
“It was… my privilege.”
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Finde ich eine nette Satire, die noch einmal betont, dass die behaupteten Strukturen des Patriarchats und ihr Nutzen für Männer doch eher nebulös sind.