I remember vividly the unique New England surliness of the "townies" I ran into from Vermont all the way up to Maine. All you had to do was say you were from somewhere else to trigger a negative reaction.
Especially irksome to them was the fact that we bathed more than once a week, didn't consider plaid a fashion statement and eschewed the obligatory trucker hats for a more progressive fade haircut.
That's New Hampshire.:cheeky: New Hampshire is weird in that they are into snow mobiles/NASCAR and is very much a tea-party state, while Vermont is more hippy urban refugees who do cross country and downhill skiing. The hippies could certainly do with more regular bathing.
Vermont definitely has some folks like you described, but the town I was in was full of cafes, book stores and art galleries. You might see some plaid shirts, trucker hats and mullets, but mostly on a woman's softball team(the mullet has since been replaced by the
faux hawk). The college towns are a bit more welcoming since most of the folks in the service industries are transplants themselves.
The only tourist group that really ticked us off were when the Morris Dancers came to town twice a year. A bunch of drunks in silly white costumes with ribbons and bells crowding the locals out of the bars--they sang horrid whaling songs while they danced and waved some sticks and bandanas around.
YouTube - Morris Dancers
I imagine there are Dominicans who see some tourists as looking as silly as these guys.