I hope people think of this when they talk about “fly-over states” as well. Down there there’s people living interesting lives, doing interesting things, dealing with their own problems, coming to terms with their fears, experiencing joy, discovering passions, and dreaming about a better life for themselves and their loved ones.
Maybe it’s just the fact that I’ve lived in “fly-over states” for most of my life, but I’ve always found the term repulsive. There are no “fly-over states” or “fly-over countries” for that matter. It’s all Earth, it’s all people, and you’d probably get along if you sat next to each other at a bar on a Saturday night.