The good, the bad, and the ugly in no particular order. (Long post, but the highlights will be sufficient unless you want to argue a point.)
If your car or motorcycle breaks down, someone will help you. If you are short a bit of change at the grocery, the person behind you in line will cover you without hesitation. Southerns smile and greet darn near everyone, and nearly every possible retail establishment feels safe and welcoming. If you move to the area, a quick game of Six Degrees of Separation will be played, and as soon as a Southerner finds a connection, you are in. A house fire, devastating car wreck, childhood illness, or any other catostrophic event results in immediate fund-raising activity. Churches as well as the Salvation Army and Red Cross open their doors to homeless and infirm during foul weather or power outages. Newspapers and radio stations provide free and frequent coverage of opportunities to help others. Churches and some school groups also sponsor regions all over the world, and in times of political unrest or famine, steps are taken to relocate world citizens here and make them feel at home. Consequently, there is a diverse ethnic population embedded all over the South. (Of course, conversion is expected in exchange for church charity, but it’s goodwill nonetheless.) A stranger may ask absolutely anyone for help or directions, and can expect a friendly, helpful response. Time moves slowly here, and everyone from the retired farmer to the the busiest professional is willing to stop and help. Southerners are genuinely nice, hospitable, and patient to lost strangers. And if you are receptive to it, you are likely to get a hug, whether you need one or not.
Some bad: strangers and acquaintances in the grocery line are likely to ask if you belong to a church, and if so, which one. If the answer is none, you will get the hard sell, and obligated to join the stranger’s congregation forthwith. There are no options such as agnostic, atheist, or disinterested. The default assumption is that everyone in the south is some flavor of Christian, alternatives are unthinkable. (Unthinkable. Need a stronger word here.) I find it best to go with the flow even if that means lying about my lack of interest in belonging to a church.
Many if not half of the cars and trucks on the road have NRA stickers, Friends of Coal stickers, or a whole cluster of smart-alecky anti-Democrat pro Palin/McCain/Bush/insert your outspoken- Conservative- here sticker. Because the tone of conservative propaganda is usually contrarian, I tend to avoid conversations with anyone sporting “Pry my gun from my cold, dead hands/One Big Ass Mistake America/Rebel flag” stickers. In my experience, outspoken southern conservatives can be ruthlessly unkind. But these people are easy to spot, and easy enough to avoid. Except in the long lines on election day. That is an ugly, ugly place to wait.
Sports? Yeah, lots of UT Vols orange around during football season, along with VA Tech and Kentucky basketball clothing and stickers. But this love for college sports generally reflects where the owner graduated, so no hostility there, just school pride. If anything, someone sporting collegiate apparel likely has some higher education, and that’s reassuring. It’s cool to have no interest in sports, but it is likely that strangers will ask where you attended college in an attempt to find common ground or razz you about your team.
There are several colleges in the region, and a few have very good reputations and diverse curriculum. Plenty of hope and charity around, and educated, enlightened folks, both religious and non. But if one is a transplant with no family or friend base in the South, it is usually necessary to attend cultural events such as live music, poetry readings, festivals, sporting events, fundraisers, etc in order to find charitable, open-minded people. Expecting open-minded behavior from random strangers in public is akin to playing social roulette.
It can be unpleasant here. There is a disturbing meth problem, an obscene obesity rate, an excessive number of young single parents with multiple children, and a heavy dependence on pharmaceuticals by a wide range of socio-economic classes. Children in impoverished families are often over-indulged as a twisted way of making up for the lack of material wealth. Consequently, stores, parks, and restaurants are often filled with wild little monkeys and questionable parenting practices. And parents with higher expectations and well-behaved children must coexist with kids that seem darn near feral, and that is a big source of frustration for my peers with families. And me, too, as it is difficult to see a movie or have a meal in peace. No matter where you go, someone within earshot is getting violently spanked, but only after the kid has trashed the place and ruined everyone’s day.
The preceding paragraph may be the most frustrating aspect of Southern life: sharing classrooms, cultural events, stores, parks, and restaurants with families who do not make conscientious parenting decisions. Class divisions are painfully obvious and the gulf is wide from either POV.