Southern Hospitality is a Myth

Living almost 24 years in the deep south, I've come to the conclusion that southern hospitality is a myth. It's a rumor, a hoax placed on people.
I've traveled to the Midwest, the Southwest and the Great Plains, where I currently live, there's only nice people and not-so-nice people.
I worked at a call center for over a year. I had to deal with people from all over the world who could be the nicest people you'd ever meet or the type of person Mother Teresa would've slapped upside the head. And the French Canadians sure did like making fun of the ways we couldn't pronounce the French street names.
Living in the south, I used to hear people make the comment that if someone doesn't like the way something is done, they should move back to where they are from. Not too hospitable to me. Also, there were many elected officials who made Boss Hogg from The Dukes of Hazzard look like John F. Kennedy.
And yes, they're everywhere.
When I first saw the movie Funny Farm in the late 1980s, I was convinced it was set it in the south. No, it's set in New England in the Vermont countryside. The only difference between the people in that movie and the people I knew was geography.
There can also be racists anywhere, just not in the south. Ask people who live in Baltimore, Boston and New York City, how things are with race relations. The LAPD doesn't mean the Louisiana Police Department. It's the Los Angeles Police Department and that's the City of Angels where Hollywood exists and movie magic. They're no racists there, right? Wrong.
People in Portland, Maine go to church just like those in Portland, Oregon. And everyone who lives in any of the Springfields have the ability to be the type of person who would give you all the money in their wallet if you needed it and the type of people who wouldn't spit on you if you were burning alive.
One of the reason I still don't live in the south is because well, I didn't get any of this southern hospitality growing up. I was bullied at school, had lies and rumors spread about me around the town, was nearly kicked out of a football game because a school official basically said my parents weren't important enough for me to sit in the reserved seating section even though I had tickets. Southern hospitality only exists for people in cliques. Everyone else is treated as people feel their culture and society dictates.
Bottom line, it doesn't matter how things have been done by your brother, your mother, your uncle or your grandparents, etc. What does matter is how you do things. And if you want to be one of these people who crosses their arms and says that you're not doing things the right way and the way they're supposed to be done, that's fine. But remember, you're not being hospitable to other people.
It's more like, "My way or the highway."