The other day a guy was lamenting to me about how hard it is to be a white man these days. At first I thought he was being ironic. I mean, he was saying this to me, a brown woman. Hearing these words uttered from the lips of a white man left me feeling perplexed. Was he expecting sympathy from me? Was he seeking an empathetic fist bump, as if I feel his pain?
I didn’t even know what to do with this.
I wanted to laugh in his face. And I wanted to kick him in the nuts.
Instead, my mouth hung agape. My eyes possibly rolled to the back of my brain. And I cocked my left brow in a show of bitchy snark.
And then I turned away.
What exactly is so hard about being a white man these days? I know there are companies all over the US with “white male employee networks” where men can break bread with their ilk and not feel left out of all the other employee networks, you know, the ones designed to give minorities some representation and voice in Corporate America.
Look, I’ve got nothing against white males. I’m married to one after all. But to profess some sort of victimization to prejudice is simply bullshit.
Many companies do have the white male employee networks, they are commonly referred to as management. 🙁