Asian-American in college

You've never really felt like a POC.

When white people talk about the plight of minorities, they mean black and Hispanic people. "Minorities are living in ghettos, poor and underpaid! Minorities are disproportionately brutalized by cops! Minorities are sent to jail for far too long!"

That doesn't really apply to you. Your dad's a surgeon, your mom's a software engineer, and that's normal. You've never seen a poor Asian kid except in news segments or documentaries about poverty. Asians have less divorces, less crime, less any-negative-thing than white people.

So it's weird that you, of all people, are the test subject for reparations.

It's weirder that some of the white girls you've mentioned it to actually like the idea. A lot of the girls you've talked to about it have given you their number for bootycalls, which would be flattering if they weren't ugly as hell.

It's only been a week. Hopefully the rest of the girls you find are hotter, and hopefully you figure out why they're so into this.

Your Sexual Privilege hasn't stopped the rest of your life from continuing, either. You still need to get ready for the day, attend your first Ethnic and Gender Studies class, move into your new apartment...