I read this article on Dooce.com (the origin of the term dooced
, meaning to be fired for things you wrote on the internet) about the author using Twitter to call out Maytag on some horrible customer service and how effective it was. I suggest reading the whole article
because this lady is HILARIOUS, but I'm going to post just a small part. This is exactly how I feel about "privilege".
"This is where some of you are all, WTF? You spent how much on a washing machine? Don't you know that some of us don't even have washing machines? Don't you know that some of us have to drag our five loads of laundry AND our three kids down to the laundromat every week? HOW DARE YOU EVEN WRITE AND/OR COMPLAIN ABOUT YOUR PRECIOUS LITTLE WASHING MACHINE.
And you can give me a goddamn break. It's not like we said, you know what? Let's just go spend fourteen hundred dollars today! It'll be fun! Where can we go? An appliance store! Hurry, let me change into my diamond-studded panties and climb into our golden chariot! Have the local police shut down traffic so that we don't have to maneuver around the little people! Also, where is Clive Owen and that blow job I paid for?
You know what we did do? We had a washing machine fund. Where we put a little money here and there, and we waited until we had enough in it to make such a purchase. Because I was raised by a man who taught me the value of doing that kind of thing. Thank you, Michael Hamilton.
Also, I paid $1,300 for an appliance. And bought the 10-yr warranty. That damn thing better work, so help me god. Why? BECAUSE I PAID $1,300 FOR IT. AND IT'S BRAND NEW. That's $1,300 I could have spent elsewhere, because we live in America, and that's how this economy works. So when I get upset about A BRAND NEW $1,300 APPLIANCE NOT WORKING, it's not like I'm getting upset about the fact that my butler has bad breath.
Are there other, more important issues in this world? Of course there are. There is always something more important. Period. But if you're going to tell me not to complain that my brand new appliance THAT COST ME $1,300 DOESN'T WORK then you aren't ever allowed to complain about anything whatsoever. Do you have a headache? SHUT UP. HOW DARE YOU. Some kid in war-torn Iraq DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A HEAD.
Oooh, that last one is going to get me some great email. I'VE CROSSED THE LINE NOW! UNFOLLOW!
(Also, I've just upset my headless readers.)"