At the recommendation of a fellow Southerner, I'm currently reading a book I should have read long ago - Tony Horwitz's Confederates in the Attic.
It's one of the most honest representations of the Southern psyche I've yet to read, without any of the snark, insinuation, condescension and assumption many on the Left make about Southerners, as a whole, today.
But it also made me realise something supremely ironic.