Yesterday I sat and listened as my friends had their usual conversation about how justified they are in their favorite prejudices. As they talked out their butts, I took a moment and tried to imagine a world where the only functioning label was human being. Don’t worry, it wasn’t some “I [white middle class male] have a dream” moment; pretty much the opposite, actually. With chagrin I concluded that people will always use the convenience of stereotype because it’s easier than actually being extraordinary. Also, though, and with no small amount of shame, I decided I couldn’t ever give up the manufactured comfort in claiming superiority. But maybe progress isn’t about waiting for a day to come where human nature will for some reason not be completely selfish. I do believe that children more or less learn from the mistakes of their parents: if we can’t overcome our own short-sighted selves immediately, maybe we can continually pave the way for the next generation to make a better world than the one we left them. And maybe that’s enough.