I don't like being labeled. I don't even like wearing those "Hi My name is xxxx" sticky labels that leave glue on your suit jacket at non profit fund raisers. But last weekend I got labeled at a dinner party. Imagine the evening. Beautiful setting - Tall, perfectly coiffed Christmas tree, gorgeous table, scrumptious smells coming from the kitchen, fantastic selection of red wines. I was at the house of someone I had only met a couple of times but who had kindly invited me to her Christmas dinner party [...]