But Yonkers is just first-stage white-flight NYC. You might as well include it.
I've lived and worked all over the country, and visited most of it at some point. Bare with me as I edit, and I'll give a quick overview...
I grew up in the Pacific Northwest (Portland, Oregon, specifically). It is where hipsters came from before they were cool. I experienced a much greater culture shock visiting the rest of the country than I did living in London (though I suppose the nearly identical weather may have had something to do with it). If you have access to the show "Portlandia", I have to admit that it's an embarrassingly accurate satire of what the middle-class is like there (obviously taking into account that it's exaggerated.. slightly). There's an emphasis on environmentalism, liberal politics, education, services for the homeless, and being chill about hygiene. A large number of the middle class and upper middle class all up and down the West Coast are in the IT industry in one way or another.
Once you get into the rural areas, however, the West Coast does revert pretty heavily to conservative farmer culture. They have their guns, their homestead, and they really do have to protect themselves from marauding biker gangs on rare occasion (my parents' current town just had an issue, apparently).
Actually on the coast is the very best. You have the pretty coastline (real ocean, not that pansy shit where you get a tan), and a blend of hippy and rural values. They have their guns, but they like to get their fancy coffee at small, out-of-the-way cafes. More like they're split down the middle philosophically, and everyone just gets along (most of the time).
Lower West Coast (halfway down California) is pretty much the only part of the country that's foreign to me. Though I've known two people who've gone to East LA and were dead within 12 hours, so there's that.
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I lived just outside St. Louis, Missouri while it was ranked the most dangerous city in the country (in 2006). Though to be fair, it was all East St. Louis that was double bad and the rest of the city was just average-bad.
The outskirts and rural areas were fine if you didn't mind everyone being closet racist. Like, I'd be talking to someone off and on for a month (like a neighbor or cashier or whatever) and think they're pretty normal, and then they something like bat-shit-crazy racist as casually as I'd say "hello".
The people were more depressed. They were fatter, they smoked more, they bought more lottery tickets. There were SO MANY FAST FOOD RESTAURANTS. I didn't realize you could fit so many into such a small space and still bring in enough revenue to stay in business. And so payday loan places.
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Southwest Utah was interesting. Smack dab in Mormon land, but these weren't the fancy Provo/Salt Lake City Mormons. No, this was where most of the "illegal havens" were (i.e. polygamist "communities" of varying degrees of compulsion). Like, I'm polyamorous. I have no issue whatsoever with the concept of polygamy. If they're happy, I don't care. But they weren't happy. Those women looked like they were built to take a beating, and boy, did they. Depending on the community, some were allowed freedoms and only suffered normal levels of domestic abuse (if you know what I mean). Others weren't so lucky.
Anyway, there were normal Mormons (LDS [Latter Day Saints]) and Fundamentalist Mormons (FLDS) and they really weren't fans of one another. Because the FLDS embarrassed the LDS. But the LDS didn't really care for anyone else. They'd try to trick you with their secret code. They'd ask "are you LDS?" as if you can't figure out what that means. Okay, so the first time, I thought the dude was trying to say LSD, but that'll only work once. Some get really tricky and ask "when did you go to temple last?" That's a cunning question. Because any old Mormon can go to church, but Temple is invite-only. You have to earn a visit, and you have to be really special to be a member at Temple. They're big on hierarchy and status. A man can beat his wife and kids like dogs, and as long as he provides for his family, they have to be loyal and quiet. The second his income slips enough that she has to work, all bets are off. No one seems to blame her for dumping his ass for better funding.
There was a decent-sized Samoan community down there though, as so I mostly hung with them. Mormon or not, Samoans are chill people. I even learned a few words.. and then forgot them
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The mountains in Colorado are breathtakingly beautiful. And weird. There are two types of towns up there. Poor towns and tourist towns. This is in the mountains, mind you. The eastern plains are steppe farming and the southern bits are basically desert. So eastern Colorado is Kansas, southwestern is southwestern (culturally) and, and southeastern is Oklahoma.
I lived in a town that was built on coal mining and uranium mining, and the uranium mining was called to a halt like 30 years ago. So it was a half-ghost -town 110 miles from a traffic light, surrounded by wilderness, a mile and a half into the sky. When I tell you it was beautiful, that's only because there are no words that can accurately describe it.
The people were monsters, though. There was no law-enforcement to speak of. The locals didn't give a shit. A pack of teens broke into the liqueur store, shot the owner, and set the place on fire. Everyone knew who did it, and there was never any charges or even an investigation. And one of those kids was my student and he was huge (18 yo senior) and he openly threatened to rape and kill me. I wasn't even allowed to kick him out of my class because he needed it to graduate. Anyway, the point is, there are parts of the US that are still really "wild".
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Then Maine. I was on the border of regular Maine and Downeast Maine (the northern coast.. IDK why it's "downeast"). They were the best humans I've ever been around and it was so so beautiful there. The people were amazing. They were kind, down-to-earth, helpful, community-oriented without being in your business. Great place to find people to have sex with too. It's just so open and nice in an introverted kind of way. Also, you get to hear random New Brunswick accents, which are the best Canadian accents.
Anyway, they had no concept of partizan politics. I mean, they thought they did, but they didn't. Like, someone would say they were "democrat", and spout off libertarian beliefs, and then you'd get a "republican" who was basically a socialist, and it was adorable. They winters were unbelievably rough though. And they say "Jesus" A LOT. And the downeast accent is the best accent in all of the US <3. Oh, and billboards are against the law, as are large signs. And the average age is 41 in that state, and half the women between the ages of 40 and 65 are named "Karen".
It's basically the land where Dunkin Donuts and Tim Hortons made love and created the ideal humanity.
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I live in The South now. I hate it. The people are the bad American stereotypes. All of them. Right here in one spot. And it's hot and sweaty all the time. And there are alligators. Okay, the alligators are kinda cool. But we could do with a little less concentration of "nopes".
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Miami is fucking awesome. It's just a mishmash of slightly white-washed Latin cultures. Every lady dresses like a hoe and every dude is metro. People are load and their business all hangs out, but since everyone is doing it, then it's so much white noise and you can pass by unnoticed. The food and the music are great. There are big-ass iguanas in the middle of the fucking road. Just sitting there like you don't scare them with your car.
And oh god, they're wrong because the drivers... I swear they all got their licenses at Walmart. I think people need practice driving courses for certain cities, just to increase their odds of surviving
Boston, NYC, Miami, Atlanta, Washington DC, and Provo.
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I'd include Cleveland, but it's not the roads, it's the Reavers. There are Reavers in Cleveland. Like Firefly Reavers. I remember driving along once and they came up alongside my car, and they were literally missing two car doors and their exhaust was black and they have Juggalo stuff all over and we were flinging through the narrow underpass at like 120 miles per hour.. I thought I was going to be eaten.
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DON'T GET OFF THE HIGHWAY IF YOU ARE WITHIN 20 MILES OF PROVO. IT'S A MOTHERFUCKING TRAP! THEY HAVE THREE OFF-RAMPS FOR EVERY ON-RAMP, AND THE LOCALS LIE TO YOU WHEN YOU ASK FOR DIRECTIONS. THEY WILL NEVER LET YOU GO AND MAPS AND GPS DON'T WORK BECAUSE UTAH DOES THEIR ROADS SYSTEM DIFFERENTLY AND NEVER INFORMED GOOGLE! THIS ISN'T A GAME! I HAVE SPENT 14 HOURS OF MY LIFE TRAPPED IN PROVO, AND I'VE ONLY GOTTEN OFF THE ROAD TWICE!
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If you like driving until you think you're going to go insane, and then find yourself forced to keep driving because there's nothing behind you and nothing in front of you, you'll like Wyoming. If you want that while always seeing a tornado ahead, behind, or to the side of you, you'll enjoy Kansas. Bonus points if you can find a gas station without Neonazi graffiti in the bathroom (spoiler: there aren't any).