Heres a nice comparison for you.
Me: Riding since I was 7, I've been covered in mud, poo, sweat, blood, guts, motor oil, grease, etc. I kill and eat my chickens, and hunt gator when I can. I ride almost every day. I havent had a professional hair cut in 2 years (alex cuts mine :) yay scissors!) I own a 4 wheeler for working purposes. I do not own a pair of boots, not a single pair (horse has 2 pair lol dog ate my last pair two days ago, third one in a month, ugh). I do LOVE plaid button downs, and I tie them when its hot. I wear jeans RELIGIOUSLY. I own A pair of shorts, and they arent even denim. I do the oil changes on my truck, and did the top end rebuild myself (thanks for the help DAD) I constantly have dirt under my nails, and hay in my pockets, and eu de' barn is my main fragrance. I am what my mother calls, a barn rat. My grandmother calls me a equestrian. My dad calls me Ethel, and (lovingly) his "working kid".
My sister- a cheerleader, owns more pairs of boots than I do saddle pads, has her hair cut once a month, wears enough make-up to make whales extinct, rode for a year (later admitting it was only because mom spent time at the barn instead of the dance studio.) She has a four wheeler that's never seen a bale of hay, or a mud hole or a pot hole for that matter. She has FOUR big gold buckles (one of them is SOOOO pretty too) but she's never turned a barrel or a calf in her life. Her and her boyfriend ILLEGALLY drive off the road (medians, outside of neighborhoods, etc) just to get mud on his truck. She goes to the country western bars blinged out, and pulls it off wonderfully. She is more often referred to as the "country girl" in our family.
No, it doesnt bother me that she dresses to the nines to look like the movie version of what I live daily. No, I odnt go picking at her when she's got pretty boots and a halter top and I've got a beater and some muck boots. I love my sister, I don't get mad that she wants to copy the glam side of what I do.
I get nasty when she trie to tell me what to do with my horses. I get snappy when she tries to brag about "country living" after visiting my home in Lake worth. I get downright snarky when she goes off about natural horsemanship, my saddles, what im feeding, could her friends ride, can they take pictures running my horses, etc. NO.
OP, I get ya. Dress however ya want, hell, you do it better than I do, and care more for it, ENJOY.
DO NOT pretend you know anything about cleaning a sow for butchering. DO NOT pretend you know more about my animal, or her training, or her diet, than I do.
DO NOT pretend you could stand up to my caliber of life, theres no nail salons back here.
She thinks im a dirty hick, I think she's a westernized hussy. Everybodys a little judgmental. Lol