To me, it's home.
Yeah, it's poor people, but it's also good people. We're not the "Deliverance" red necks everyone always thinks we are...people around here would give you the shirt off their backs if you asked them for it. And we're not all country, either.
Granted, Charleston, Huntington, Morgantown, Beckley, and some of the larger cities aren't New York, but things happen there; we don't all sit around on our front porches and try to hit the spittune every night, watching the sparks fly when a bug strays into the zapper. There are some very exciting things happening in Charleston and Huntington in the art and music scene. Ever heard of the band Byzantine? I went to high school with the lead singer of that band. There's several other bands that are on the cusp of the "big time".
We've got Toyota in our state (obviously, we must have some work ethic, or we wouldn't have been able to lure them), two of the largest health insurance third party administrators, large coal operations, Union Carbide (well, we used to...its now a part of...) and Dow Chemical. Our industries grow every day, and we are proud of our heritage.
Speaking of which...we have a grand one. I live in the southwestern coal fields. We've got ghost stories, Chief Logan, Princess Aracoma, Chief Cornstalk (was from the area) and a thousand other interesting tales about immigrants, old families, and hard-working people.
Sorry if I sound a bit snippy, and Shwebb, know it's not aimed at you. I get dog-tired of the stereotypes (they even stereotype us in the Carolinas, for goodness' sake!). It's time someone spoke up. Maybe it should be me...maybe I should write something to finally show the world we're not just stupid hicks that live in hollers.