Another rootless cosmopolitan here. I look and act like your standard white girl (my Brazilian dad has pink skin and blue eyes and is actually paler than my mom, a Midwestern girl with Welsh and Swedish roots). I speak English without an accent. But when people start badmouthing Latin American immigrants, they're talking about me and about my family. Over and over I've been shocked when I'm sitting with people I think are my people and they start spewing bigotry and ignorance. And lots of times when people see my name their whole attitude toward me changes, most memorably when I filed a complaint with the Harvard Police Department about a guy who kept following me home from work and lurking outside my building. And my quaint Catholic beliefs make a target of snark from both the Protestant extremists and the "enlightened" hipsters alike.

I haven't taken up shooting as a consequence, but my hidden other-ness definitely keeps me living in the bigger cities with my fellow rootless cosmopolitans. For what that's worth.