I feel such fondness and (possibly a wee bit misandrist) wonderment when men express any interest or concern about this kind of thing.  D once mentioned offhand that he and J (both men) had recently talked at length about how hard it must be to be a woman in this culture (in context of being judged/valued, still, preponderantly as physical objects, including by each other, IIRC) and (though I previously wouldn't have thought it possible) it made me respect and like them even more.

I do understand and am... sympathetic? empathic, at least, toward blindness to one's own privileges, having had my own revealed to me (and with luck I'm probably not done).  Funny thing about that though...at least for me, I never really 'get it' by someone yelling at me about it, including in a form like that post.  I never really 'get it' until it affects someone I love, or I'm personally switched out to the other side of it, however blessedly briefly.  This is why I was so pleased to hear that the most unrepentant, vocal, extreme misogynist I've ever known, P.G., recently had a daughter.  (OK, fine, it wasn't so much "pleased" as "HA! That'll show him!"  I wasn't proud of it.)  If that doesn't change his heart, nothing will.

These things always remind of T.S., a trust-fund main line WASP and "friend" (I put it in quotes because at the time we were interacting with him, at most, maybe once or twice a year, but heard that he had described us to a mutual acquaintance as two of his best friends [?!]), once shouting at me & a not-white friend on the street about how "insane" it was that "the Puerto Ricans get a parade and a whole day.  I wanna know, where's my parade?  How come there's no White Man Day?"  Oh but T., there is, and it's called "every day of every year", including the day of the Puerto Rican Day Parade.  So much so that right now I can't even think of an example of a way you could be momentarily switched out and have someone say the equivalent to you and you would actually get how insane your demand sounds; I can't think of a place where you would be sufficiently disadvantaged to ever get the idea.  (I was going to say "go live in South Korea and be prejudiced against for jobs, salary, general social treatment, etc. in favor of native citizens for a while and then imagine how you'd feel one of them demanded to know why there wasn't a Korean People Day" , but that totally wouldn't work because that culture is as prejudiced in favor of white people as any other given place... my US-born & -raised, Ivy-educated, English lit-degree holding friend of Korean ancestry* went to teach English at a school in Seoul for the summer, and in the teacher-assignment lottery for a classroom of 30, when provided teacher bios & photos and asked to list in order their top 3 choices of teachers, the parents unanimously listed the one white but FRENCH! as in French FROM FRANCE & had never lived in an anglophone nation! person as their #1 choice. I love my people.)  I'll never forget my first visit to Hawaii, less for its natural beauty than for the un-commented-upon, apparent total acceptance as ordinary of its residents' utterly unquestionably American and yet mostly and multi Asian/hapa/etc.-ness making me realize that in some way, mostly without knowing it, I had never in my life totally exhaled before then.  (Not even - maybe especially not even, due to sub-/un-conscious dashed expectations - in my one visit to Korea as a child, during which I might have felt like even more of a zoo animal than I did at 'home', though obviously for different reasons.)  I don't mean "poor me" - the advantages and gifts in my life, including, sometimes, of being one or another kind of minority, have mostly so greatly outweighed the 'negatives' as to practically evaporate them - but. 

Am I allowed to say "white people"?  Reactions have varied.

*is not me.  Really is a friend who is a separate person