Delilah, I guess you've never been to Mexico... I live near the border and used to go often... I wouldn't want to live there. The dust dirt and humidity and heat are awful most of the year. Unless she spoke Spanish she would probably have been someplace like SanMiguelAllende which is gorgeous and luxorious for the Americans who move there.
I knew some snobby pioneers, but I figure every dog has their day, and to quote Dolores Claiborne "Sometimes being a bitch is all a woman has left.". The young single brothers who were pioneers were the ones who got the most help from the congregations. They never had to buy food because the sisters would constantly ask them over for snacks and/or dinner. Whenever MrP worked with one of these young guys he always complained that they would sit around and not get work done.
My most difficult time was with sisters who were jealous. At that time I was fantastic looking. I sewed my own clothes because I couldn't afford to buy anything (I worked PT at a fabric store and would get free discarded patterns and also made display garments for free because I would later be able to wear them). And we had no kids. Anyway I felt osterosized, alone and back stabbed, gossiped about, and evil eyed. THEN whenever some picnic or whatever was coming up I would be told I had to bring something baked or cooked. I was intimidated by these women. I totally broke down at one point and ... well ... decided I was not good enough.
I would not have been joyful because some asshole elder got caught having sex w/someone. If everyone knew they should have told the sister. So it seems to me that those who knew and didn't tell and were over joyed by the divorce were the same as all the backstabbers and snobs ("I know something you don't know neh neh ne neh neh") who you claim to dissaprove.