There are Charlestons in both W.Va. and SC, which is why Charlotte’s stuck in the middle.
As a non-native who calls it home, I can say from personal experience that the movers and shakers there are really het up about being “world class.” I’ve seen it used, without irony, in the local rag as well.
Want to know how serious they take it? There was talk at one time of bidding for the Olympics.
Charlotte’s known for NASCAR, pro wrestling (back when Mid-Atlantic Championship Wrestling, before Ted Turner bought it and moved it to Atlanta, then wasn’t it mutated into the WWF/WWE? Can’t keep track of it anymore), and Jim Bakker. Oh, because I-77 and I-85 meet there, it’s a big trucking city, too.
As you can guess, the muckety-mucks don’t like to mention these things. They’re soooo declasse, so they’ll mention the Carolina Panthers and Charlotte Hornets (soon to be, I guess, the New Orleans Hornets). Oh, and the trees. Lotsa trees around there.
Despite all this, I like the city that I grew up in. The bankers and politicians are entertaining in their ridiculous pretensions, the traffic patterns were designed by AA dropouts, and the university combines the worst of modern architecture with the worst in contemporary academic trends, the downtown (excuse me, “uptown”) has been dead since the '70s and the height of culture is considered to be the annual road show of “Cats.”
But what’s really funny is that this desire to be a top dog city is universal. I’ve lived in various places on the seaboard for several decades, and I’ve read in the media how each city eyes the next rung above it: Charlotte wants to be the next Atlanta; Atlanta wants to be the capital of the South, like Washington; Baltimore envies Washington; and Washington wants the culture, nightlife and attitude of New York. Can’t imagine what New York wants to be, except maybe left alone.