Yeah, mine too. Our bishop (I live in the seat of a tiny diocese, big in land but small in population) lives in a couple of rooms in an ugly rectory built in the 1960s behind the Cathedral. He’s Cuban born and arrived here as a child refugee and grew up with a foster family in Indiana.
But that doesn’t matter. Catholic = bad.
When I was a child, the wonderful White Fathers of Africa (missionaries) lived in a run-down Victorian house in NJ. The sisters, The White Sisters of Africa, lived in an OK building. I remember when I was about 10, those lovely women feeding me potato chips - which they had never tasted. I hated to tell them that they were stale. I think they were poor - but certainly happy women.
I don’t agree with Evangelical Christians in all ways theologically, that bein said, I do agree that a lot of journalists misrepresent by use of strawmen and generalization as opposed to the actual doctrines.