The other day, I got a sympathetic laugh from one of my neighbors, a young professional who did his graduate work in NYC, when I told him that I don’t enjoy the arts on Cape Cod because they are so amateurish. “Yeah,” he said, “they are trying.”
People here are pretentious about clothing and appearance rather than being comfortable with a bit of bohemian funk, and I think that goes hand in hand with their bourgeois outlook on a lot of things.
All the wealth floating around Cape Cod doesn’t necessarily result in a refined sensibility, save possibly the houses and landscaping in some really, REALLY nice neighborhoods.
Is the Cape just a haven for the nouveau riche? Sure seems so at times.