birthright,
usually in conservative fandoms, doesn’t have to be — should better not be — a literally genetic or genealogical distinction: it’s simply an entitlement that is given to you as opposed to earned or learned. Long washed out from the fabric of society at large scales, this ancient point of honour lives on as consensual birthright — perceived a harmless, even endearing play — at personal or intracollective levels; it’s not about domineering attitudes, ostentatious paraphernalia, tangible privileges: all that can only poison the game, birthright is sweetest when it’s secret or at least discreet (for centuries, the attire of kings had been approaching the society norm). A fundamental opposite to fairness, birthright has its dark side but remains contagious: discovering it in others motivates you to seek your own non-earned uniqueness.