My mom's extended family has an actual long-horn herd around Seguin, so they get a pass on wearing boots and a Stetson. Meanwhile, my upstairs, sociopathic yuppie, mid-West hipster transplant neighbor walks around in cowboy boots on a solid floor for no reason (and no cattle) and has a man-bun despite it going out of fashion about 2016. I wouldn't even pretend to be a "cowboy" on Friday nights without actually roping and herding cattle, otherwise I'd feel like a poser.
:Waves from ATX by way of SJC; parents by way of San Anton; grandparents by way of Nocona, Vernon, and Wichita Falls: