I Infiltrated the Corporate Caste System (And You Can Too, But You’ll Hate It)

When I was 25, backpacking through Europe, I stayed at a hostel. Other Americans found out I was from Mississippi. They didn’t say anything directly, but the vibe turned fast. It was like I’d walked in with a shotgun and a Confederate flag. They had already decided who I was: probably ignorant, probably backward, probably racist. Never mind that I was in Prague to visit the Franz Kafka Museum.…