I think it’s a perception thing.
Its a belonging thing. A form of conformity.
A friend of mine moved to the cirencester area a few years back, and he could be best described as a pinko commie compared to the locals. He now owns a range rover to take his offspring to school, got a gun licence for his shotguns, and I learned recently that his wife who does baking for dinner parties etc, that its is frowned upon to buy your pastry already made from a supermarket, you have to make it yourself.
I love the way people can “frown upon” certain things, when in reality they are being back stabbing bar stewards when you are not around. Middle england is full of snipers.
I wouldn’t last five minutes there without extending my middle finger at everyone and everything.
Its about whatever class or social circle you want to belong to. Its about fitting in, its sameism and its a little bit shallow.