I used to have alot of prejudice against southern folk. Until for a project i had to move to Georgia for a project. At first i wasn't feeling like it but then i went there and as soon as i was unpacking my neighbor came outside to help me unload the truck. I gave the man a beer for his help and asked if he wanted to come over for diner. Few days later after i was settled in and started work i went to the local grocery store and after a chat a few guys asked i wanted to come hog hunting with them. I had an amazing time. This is all 10 years ago, never moved back to NY. These guys are now my friends and i became a southerner. i grill on my front porch, wave the confederate flag and do all the stereotypical things.. moral of the story: don't be a dick about something until you know what you are talking about.