Privilege is not just for white people, or men. There's also class privilege* - that's mostly what I was referring to with my comment. Also the privilege of access to services. This is a real problem in the area where I go to school. Sure, if you're on campus or around campus, you have access to plenty of services, because it's a college town and students have all the amenities they need (including sliding scale health care in an on-campus clinic). However, the surrounding area is mostly farmland, and there's no public transit, so you need a car (or tractor, or horse-drawn carriage, or some other type of vehicle) to get anywhere. If you're a young, possibly underage girl? Good luck with that.
Some of the farms have internet access, but some of the farmers are very traditional and old-fashioned, so some don't. The children in those households rely on their public schooling or, more likely, their parents for knowledge - they generally don't know about things like Planned Parenthood, unless it's in the context of "where the college sluts go to get their babies killed."
The likelihood of teen girls in these households having access to hormonal birth control, or even condoms, is very, very low. If they can find a way to get on campus, and find a map, and find their way to the health center, they'll likely get a few free latex condoms, but that's not a guarantee as those services are mostly meant for students.
As for my alternative title to your class, I was mostly irritated because you were responding to this:
I’d rather a class called: “Don’t pressure your girlfriend into sex and forcing or tricking your partner into becoming pregnant is WRONG.”
TheDeviantE put the responsibility right where it needs to be: On abusers. In your reply, you took that responsibility and shifted it back onto the people being abused - telling us that we should "know better", that maybe if we'd only had a class on this shit, we could have avoided all of it.
But let me tell you, that doesn't work. I'd had classes on it. I'm a social work major, and I've volunteered at women's shelters and rape crisis lines. I had all this background, and all these warning signs. And I still found myself in an abusive relationship.
Except I kept myself in denial, because I'm a social work major who knows all the signs - obviously, I could never, ever be roped in by an abuser.
You could argue that it was my fault that I remained willfully delusional and ignorant about my situation, but the fact is the responsibility for my abuse still lays solely with my abuser. He was the only one with any control over his actions, and he was the one who decided it was acceptable to manipulate an overly empathetic woman with self-esteem issues for his own personal gain.
EDIT: I also want to add that it's hard to break out of the cycle of abuse if you were abused by your parents, which I was (well, by mom anyway). If you become accustomed to people treating you a certain way, to people dismissing you as hysterical, overemotional, stupid, irresponsible, etc...then you're not just going to walk away from that and say "no, I don't deserve that" when it comes time to date someone. People go for what is familiar to them. And people also go for whatever will make them feel better, which might not be the best for them.
I clarified earlier that mom was my parental abuser, but dad, while very loving and very giving, was also very traditional. He wanted the very best for me, but he wanted the very best for me as a woman
. That meant he wanted to see me with a traditional man whose ideals matched up with his own (so long as I was able to go out and have a career and be happy - he wasn't that
traditional). And because making him happy was more important than you, me, or God, I did my best to find that man. The closest I could come up with was my abuser. He echoed some things that dad said - such as that, at the end of the day, even the best man in the world was still a man and I'd have to come to terms with that and not be so shrill and angry.
Yeah, I had the list of warning signs. I also had my upbringing, my self-esteem issues, my fear of being seen as one of them shrill harpy feminazi bitches. And guess what? Those were enough to trump a stupid piece of paper and a stupid professor who didn't know a damn thing about me anyway.
Also, keep in mind the concept of intersectionality - race privilege can intersect with class privilege can intersect with sexual orientation privilege, etc