Thin Privilege is not having to send your husband to the grocery store for you because:

1) He’s oblivious to what people think, so he doesn’t care if he gets glared at for putting stuff that he likes (and that I very occasionally have) in the basket (oreos, ice cream, &c) along with stuff that I prefer (fruit, veg, lean meats, yoghurt, and other “healthy options”).

2) You don’t want to have to deal with the possibility of catching a charge for beating the shit out of a concern troll or busybody who decides to take EVERYTHING out of your cart or snatch your handbasket away from you because “[they’re] saving you from yourself!” and “you’ll thank [them] later!”

3) You know that if you did exercise the “beating the shit out of that person” option after having something snatched out of your hands or after you’re shoved away from your cart (both of which have happened to me), any claims of self-defence would be ignored by the cops, a jury, or a judge…because you know they’ll just think you’re butthurt that you weren’t able to stuff your face.

3a) Even if you manage to not get violent, any attempt to file assault charges would get you laughed at by the cops, with bonus “just go for a long walk–it looks like you need it anyway” barbs.

4) Every time you reached for something in the past that was even remotely food-like, you heard a nasty comment or caught somebody giving you the hairy eyeball, and you just flat don’t want to deal with it anymore.