Tomorrow I will be doffing my rings, necklace, and bracelet and donning a dress shirt and khakis to become someone I am, in a way, not, so that a prospective job interviewer doesn't pre-judge me for who I'm not because of who I am. Perceiving and reacting to someone by your stereotypes of them becomes so common that you rarely find that you can genuinely be yourself around someone in fear that they might mis-(or correctly even) judge you. At times it seems that genuine personal human interaction has gone the way of the horse and buggy- reserved for a quaint Sunday afternoon. And even then it feels contrived...