The neighborhood association held annual potluck get-togethers at the pool area in an effort for neighbors to get to know each other better.
I overheard a lady who lived two doors down from us tell someone she was talking to, "I am not a liberal. I am a progressive."
I couldn't help but laugh out loud, thinking how stupid this woman must be not to see that she was telling these people she was mentally backward.
Regressivism is an apt description.