Some of you have never had to ask that question. You’ve never even for a moment considered how you have name privilege and that every gift shop, at every amusement park and tourist trap you’ve ever been to, has your name on some souvenir. Sometimes, it’s a mug; other times it’s a keychain. It could even be a fake mini-license plate for your bike. You, the name privileged, walk into a store, head confidently over to the display of personalized products, and expect to find your name represented.
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