I grew up in the country, so it’s always amusing to hear city people talk about country folk. Or rednecks. They use hushed whispers and wondering tones as if marveling that the behavior exists. Or like they’re studying an exhibit in a museum.
“Look at the NASCAR hat!”
“Is that child drinking soda?”
“They have to drive half an hour to get to Walmart?”
“There isn’t a Starbucks for miles!”
For people where that’s the definition of normal, these reactions are pretty amusing, that is, until the wonder wears off. That’s when the scorn and condescension start. Anyone who doesn’t have fresh bagels is deprived.