i don't want to detract from the original post this is from because im wanting to talk about the trend within the US whereas op is talking about the very real and pervasive erasure and exotification of the global south that created the trend to begin with, but anyways this post:
I wish I could even start how to write about how tropical or even "warm" places are never portrayed as "home" in art (especially in pop culture), if that makes sense. They are always portrayed as wild places, exotic places, or both, but they're never shown as places were people live their lives.
really resonated with me as a USian southerner from Texas. so few people actually value this place and the people here as anything worthwhile. our climate, our infrastructure, our biodiversity, our cultural diversity are all laughed at in the face of "oh it's so hot there" and "it's just backwards redneck territory" and "it'll be good if a hurricane wipes them all out, they were all trump voters anyways".
i talk to people outside of the state and they ask me when i'm planning on leaving, why a place like this could ever be my home. and it isn't perfect, it can be dangerous, there is a lot of hate and fear here, especially from our government and our infrastructure. it is hot, but it's also home, to me, and to millions.
it is systemically oppressed and voter suppressed. it is gerrymandered to hell and back. good people are divided and hunted and hurt, but our communities are fierce and strong and we protect each other. if your car breaks on the side of the road, chances are a stranger you may not even speak the language of will help you fix it. if you fall and hurt, your neighbors will pick you up. we are hundreds of peoples and languages and community to foster even more learning for those separated from their tongue, we are communities and temples of every group and religion and faith.
we have our own beautiful biodiversity too: we are desert and arid mountain and piney woods and seaside and hill country, we are home to the golden-cheeked warbler and armadillos and ocelots and so many gorgeous things.
most importantly, we are payaya, coahuiltecan, karakanawa, lipan apache, cherokee, and hundreds of others who have lived here since before white hands touched it. it was shaped into a home then, and it is a home now.
the cold is not the only mistress worth loving.
[note: I'm clearly from TX so my examples are primarily localized here, but this post is for anyone who resonates with it. feel free to add on additions from your own states / experiences too!]