I moved from India to Ann Arbor, Michigan; age 26, male, long hair, parted down the middle and with a pony tail. My first day at the bus stop, started a conversation with an African American undergrad. The conversation abruptly halted with me saying “I am Indian..” and he interrupting “..you mean Native American..”, sounding almost offended.
I went “Do you see the irony of this situation? Europeans came to this continent and mis-took it for my country, and here we are 400 years later playing the same misunderstanding in reverse”
The long hair and pony tail had to go. Companies don’t hire MBAs that look like biker gang members of ambiguous ethnicity.