I don’t fit the “old white guy” mold, and I’ve noticed it throws people off.
A few years back, I lined up at the mic during a meeting on campus carry. The middle-aged woman in front of me, sporting a Bloomberg-funded organization sticker, told me to take her place because “they need to hear from people like you.” I thanked her and made my comments at the mic—and proceeded to blow her mind when I, as a young female, revealed that I wasn’t supporting her cause.
It obviously hadn’t occurred to her that I might actually be in favor of protecting my right to keep and bear arms.