I don't think I have a problem getting interviews, but random little biases similar to that is why I eventually decided to change my last name to my husband-as-of-Saturday's last name. I also happen to like that last name, but...
It was rather surprising to me when I realized the number of people telling me I shouldn't be pressured into changing my name was equal to the number of asian/minority women that changed names giving me not so subtle hints about what they've experienced. It frustrates me a little. But I have friends from all walks of life and everyone from the minimum-wage-job-paying-off-student-loans friends to doctors and lawyers were all telling me variations on the same story from all different settings. They went from sounding like a minority like I did and just getting whatever treatment they thought everyone else got (i.e. it wasn't explicitly racist, it was just...average), to sudden interest and respect that lasts even after people realize what race they are.
I do find it sad the other "married" privilege I'm laughing at is that I could be wearing literally anything even a crappy tshirt and yoga pants sweaty after a workout at the gym, and people will treat me differently based on whether or not I'm wearing my ring that has a 1ct stone. Especially when I frequent a store and the same cashier or owner still doesn't remember me but treats me like night and day based on it every. single. time. The effect is even better than walking up to someone to buy lots of things and they're a bit snobby like "you can't possibly want this or pay for it" until I pull out a platinum amex or a wad of 100s from my wallet.
This is (among other reasons) why I try so hard not to make buttloads of assumptions and pass instant judgment on others - I don't like being on the receiving end, and we're all guilty of being on the giving end too many times.
Interesting. I wonder what people think of my name (a very strange and unusual name for Germany). I was once aske if it's Finnish which I guess doesn't really carry much negative stereotypes (if any, I think people generally don't think much at all about Finland).
Job wise my resume contains my birthplace and university education (which is from a "safe" first world country people usually think of a "white" - Israel) so if anything it must help (being seen as Jewish in Germany is usually more likely to get one "corrective" positive discrimination for obvious reasons).
Of course we can never know for sure which interviews we didn't get due to stereotypes so who knows.
But I'm sure I'd have gotten worse treatment if my name was obviously Muslim or African sounding.
It was rather surprising to me when I realized the number of people telling me I shouldn't be pressured into changing my name was equal to the number of asian/minority women that changed names giving me not so subtle hints about what they've experienced. It frustrates me a little. But I have friends from all walks of life and everyone from the minimum-wage-job-paying-off-student-loans friends to doctors and lawyers were all telling me variations on the same story from all different settings. They went from sounding like a minority like I did and just getting whatever treatment they thought everyone else got (i.e. it wasn't explicitly racist, it was just...average), to sudden interest and respect that lasts even after people realize what race they are.
I do find it sad the other "married" privilege I'm laughing at is that I could be wearing literally anything even a crappy tshirt and yoga pants sweaty after a workout at the gym, and people will treat me differently based on whether or not I'm wearing my ring that has a 1ct stone. Especially when I frequent a store and the same cashier or owner still doesn't remember me but treats me like night and day based on it every. single. time. The effect is even better than walking up to someone to buy lots of things and they're a bit snobby like "you can't possibly want this or pay for it" until I pull out a platinum amex or a wad of 100s from my wallet.
This is (among other reasons) why I try so hard not to make buttloads of assumptions and pass instant judgment on others - I don't like being on the receiving end, and we're all guilty of being on the giving end too many times.