Those Y and Z people deserve to be oppressed. We all know that they aren't as good as the A and B people. When I was at school, they still segregated the Ys and Zs to the back of the room. I don't know if they do that any more, though.
I was a B, so I got a good spot up near the front. I like having the spot up near the front of the class. I like getting first pick of all the food in the cafeteria, the coldest chocolate milk, being first in line for recess. Are you kidding? Those are my God-given rights. No Z is gonna take that from me.
You've heard of white privilege, but that's not really what confers my elite status in this world. You see, my ability to make good financial decisions - and thus, the whole economic path of my life - was nurtured by my being first for everything and being one of the specialest snowflakes in the whollle world.
That's right. It's because my last name started with a B that I am who I am today. Ha-ha! They really think that. Ok.
"'For years, simply because of your name, you've received inequitable treatment,' says Kurt Carlson, an assistant professor at Georgetown's McDonough School of Business."
Yep. Alphabet privilege. I "married down" into a G family and my children will pay the price for generations. I had sons, you see.