To be honest, it makes me feel boring. There are things that make me who I am that are completely excluded. I have run dozens of marathons, coached baseball, volunteered my time, and grieved the loss of a child. All these things put me into different social categories and, sooner or later, changed society's opinion of me. I was born white, non-disabled, American, middle class. Based on these simple things alone, it was very unlikely that my parents would care about me joining a gang or playing college football. I grew up learning to make spaghetti sauce instead of learning to change the oil in the car. It made sense that one day I would marry a man and become a mother. Before doing this exercise and reading “Power and Privilege,” I never would have thought that I was somehow better off than another person just because I am white and would defend my position to anyone who questioned it. This, of course, proves the author's point when he explains that thinking this way is precisely how privilege works in our social lives. I have never been black, Jewish or homosexual, so I cannot feel the oppression of those who are