I should be shocked, but I’m not. Appalled, maybe, and all the other words I can think of that go with it, but not shocked. We’ve always done this, we humans in our little societies. We categorize and compare and devise ways to separate ourselves into teams, not so differently from the rituals of a grade school gym class. I pick her, we say. But not him. Someone is always last; someone is always at the bottom of the barrel, the last to be chosen. You’d think we’d grow out of that nonsense.
