I grew up in a town like that and when I went back for my high school reunion it was scary. I was glad I had recently had a baby and my legs and toes were covered in tennis shoes because I was as white as a sheet in October and my toenails hadn’t been painted since before my son was born, I think. Most of my girlfriends who still lived in town all had tans (some real, some fake), highlights, painted nails and wore makeup just to be on a parade float! We were all wearing t-shirts and jeans but one old girlfriend who shall remain nameless actually had on a cute patterned belt to match the shirt and some fancy sandals. Oh, and the popular ones all wore cute little black dresses to the homecoming assembly that morning! I apparently didn’t get the memo, because I was one of the un-cool ladies in pants and a nice top. Oh, well.