The most frustrating aspect of globalization is that it has not developed far enough. Our resistance to change clearly circumscribes our potential as humans. As greatness is achieved through revolution, so international boundaries must dissolve and one must renounce our recalcitrance to embrace new ideas in order to become great,

As Allan Bloom once said, "As soon as tradition has come to be recognized as tradition, it is dead". One must not accept tired customs and national pride as a legitimate excuse for bigotry and resistance to global harmony, nor should we even entertain the idea that religious discord will prevent international unison. Those who hold dear banal traditions and sapless moral values are doing no justice to our forbearers, but rather sacrificing progress for atavism. Move on.

Our resistance as a species to let go of established ideas and practices is nothing new, but it does demonstrate an innate incapacity to accept change with equanimity. Perhaps cognitive dissonance is to blame for our stubborn refusal of global ideals. We cannot stand the thought of relinquishing the values of our ancestors. Yet surely the moral codes that humanity has lived by over the past 2000 years holds some value today? Nope. But do not fear, it is not your problem.

Except obstinacy is a problem if it limits our potential. Let us consider for a moment all the things that Britons love about their nation, and that which makes us shudder at the thought of free movement and equality for all. History; there is no need to forget it, but it is dangerous to live by it. British history is about as bloody and merciless as they come, and, to the advocacy of few, we continue in this vain. The only nation to get their way over us in recent years did not lift a finger. They simply acted in the way they wished others to act.

And the Monarchy? Among today's younger generations it seems more controversial to support the monarchy than oppose it. Yet still we see ‘royalty' being chauffeur-driven around in cars more fitting for rap stars, their greatest concerns being sartorial or gastronomic in nature. The most common argument for maintaining the existence of this incestuous and ubiquitous family is that they attract tourists. Well, so do red phone boxes, and they do not cost £40million a year in taxpayer's money. As long as there is a well-postured man in a fluffy hat standing outside Windsor castle, the sightseers will come flooding in.

Anything else? Ah yes, Britain's precious sense of humor… though it seems we talk about it more than we do it. Personally, I find conversations about the British proficiency for comedy about as palatable as paper-wrapped take away food; served the traditional way. It seems that after careful thought, we have little to lose and much to gain.

Who can deny the appeal of dining the Mediterranean way, with delectable courses accompanied by intelligent conversation enjoyed over a period of hours, whilst sipping on fine wine, without the sound of pestering adverts blaring from the TV. Who would scoff at the affection shown by South American families toward one-another. Who does not admire the way that far eastern professionals comport themselves, with dignity and respect for others. The list of desirable human attributes from not-so far-off lands is interminable. Embrace them.