So, according to your (and it's not your's its classic, i.e. retro, feminist theory) Hillary Clinton has less social privilege than the black guy who's sweeping the floor in the terminal where she parks the luxury state-owned jet she gets to use to travel the world. That's so cute.
I'm dying to hear you convince that guy of that. Hell, I'd pay money to watch that.
But hey, I'll not only take race out of the equation, hell I'll reverse it, so that the white guy who is sweeping the terminal where Condi Rice walks out of her first-class cabin seat has a lot more social privilege than a Regent at Stanford University who once had an oil tanker named after her before she was Secretary of State? Damn girl, they ain't even going to name the broom after him.
But wait, that's not even it. Because even more than being the youngest Regent in the history of Stanford, besides being the highest ranking African-American (at that point in time) ever to hold office in the US (male or female), besides being Secretary of State for the US, what Condi really has always wanted (and like everything else she's ever wanted, I'm sure she'll get, and the sooner the better) is to be the Commissioner for the National Football League. And, at the point where she is pretty much in charge of the NFL, I want to see you tell the guy with the broom, who can't even afford a ticket to a crappy NFL game, that he has some form of 'privilege.'
And, while I'm sure they ain't going to name the broom after him, I'm also pretty sure that you'll get to have it surgically removed after you try to make that argument to him.