It's so odd, then, that I have no idea where to find "culture" in these cities. The movie theatre in town only shows three flicks at a time, and they're all mainstream monstrosities. There's no such thing as an art museum, and you don't just hop over to the Cinemateque when you feel like seeing a presentation of Storm Over Asia with a live Mongolian orchestra complete with a throat singer.
I often wondered whether I really enjoyed some of these pastimes, or whether I did them because that's what my friends were doing and it was better than going to Denny's. I mean, I didn't enjoy a single solitary moment of Toxic Avenger IV, I can tell you that much, and sometimes I'd like to sit in a movie theatre with comfortable seats, ya know? Being bereft of these things, I know now that the good movies, the good art, the good music, they were like my meals, my staples. The real deal. That off of which I thrived. The rest was candy, and not very tasty candy at that. I never thought I was picky about movies as there was little I would refuse to see, but now I know that the good movies are the only ones I devour-- the others I enjoy idly, as one might snack on a bag of chips.
My boss at puff n stuff was always complaining that you can't get a decent Pizza outside of New Jersey. Now I know what she meant.