Sounds like we're down to the essence of the "culture" part of The Culture War: which is personal preference. (The other part of that War is the real war, which is the class war.)

I grew up in Texas at a time and in a place where all those fine traditional virtues and values ruled unchallenged. What I saw was rigidity and meanness, and a complete lack of the kindness that is sometimes said to be the essence of Christianity. Kids agonized over their sexual impulses, knowing that (if they were girls) they would be bitterly shamed if they gave into them, and if they were boys their friends would congratulate them--unless they happened to be homos, in which case they would be ostracized or beaten up.

Culture was absent, or present only in the form of Disneyfied kitsch, since it had to be morally sanitized in so many ways that it couldn't tell truths about life. The USA was portrayed as the essence of Goodness on this earth. I had to go several thousand miles to college to learn about our history of suppressing governments in countries we didn't like--e. g., Guatemala and Iran in the 1950s,--and other equally reprehensible things.

Churches strictly condemned drinking and (Gasp!), dancing. The last stricture did little harm, beyond taking a great deal of the fun out of life; but the former made our county "dry"--so people routinely died driving drunk down the long highway to/from the nearest county that was "wet". In general, churches concentrated on fine-tuning personal morality, and left that good old Christian practice of helping the poor to the free market (which is not known for mercy to the poor). So every personal moral choice was fraught with the choice of ending up in heaven or hell, and shame ruled us with an iron hand.

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Several years ago I came upon a website called "Girls Kissing." It was just that, a bunch of pictures of girls sweetly kissing each other. As I looked at these pictures I reflected on how utterly impossible such a presentation would have been in the society in which I grew up--which meant that in those days girls who happened to want to kiss girls in this Land of the Free would have been free to hide, agonize, fear, struggle hopelessly to somehow switch to wanting to kiss men, and/or end up detesting themselves.

Their harmless aspect of the human condition was so utterly forbidden that it couldn't even be talked about. They, like the poor, the artistic, the leftest, the highly intelligent, the rebellious, the questioning, even those who simply were not interested in that society's only approved activity for an adult man (business), were all persona non grata.

Since I fit into several of the above unwanted categories, I've always known which side I'm on.