WE SEPARATE OURSELVES INTO SUBGROUPS.
We have our wolves, otters, bears, daddies, babies, twinks, twunks, jocks and a neverending list of categories that ultimately say one thing: we aren’t equal, we are separate.
We may cross paths, but often we tend to stick to those cliques that match ourselves, which, from a sociological perspective, makes sense. Comfort comes from understanding something, and we tend to understand ourselves better than someone we don’t know.
However, in doing this, we revert to an immature notion that because someone doesn’t look like us it means that we don’t understand him or her. Not true, right?