While I wouldn't necessarrily consider the spread at the next company snoozefest an issue of privilege,. this does provide an example of how privilege manifests itself as a burden.
When something becomes the orthodoxy of whatever - lets say little sandwiches with toothpicks in them..a huge logistic backbone arises to service that orthodoxy. This reduces the market space of the heterodox..and makes it inconvenient and impractical to cater to the heterodox. In the case of sandwiches with toothpicks..probably not a huge deal. In the case of law enforcement methodologies....massively big deal.
When something becomes the orthodoxy of whatever - lets say little sandwiches with toothpicks in them..a huge logistic backbone arises to service that orthodoxy. This reduces the market space of the heterodox..and makes it inconvenient and impractical to cater to the heterodox. In the case of sandwiches with toothpicks..probably not a huge deal. In the case of law enforcement methodologies....massively big deal.
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