I'd rather use the metaphor of Paris. North Americans make a trip to another place where they believe they will have a good time and a rollicking holiday. They don't realise they've travelled to a city where another standard of behaviour is expected and the denizens have no interest in adolescent pastimes. They'd rather actually enjoy one another's company and share a more civilised discourse--in which people are free to disagree, and their point of view is respected.
Awfully boring to those who want to root around in the gutter. Mind you, for those who know how to enjoy the culture, Paris can be a free-thinking Paradise--where pleasures they had not previously dreamed of are not wasted on those without the ability to appreciate them . . .
So is the salon of DS as compared to the free-for-all Crisco party of DV . . .
Not that Crisco parties can't be fun on occasion, when you feel like slumming.