The pepsi in the bottle thing was probably true, although it would have been Coke because, hello!,
this is the south!
My mother actually abandoned me as an infant and was in and out of my life from then on out, so my dad took me to live with his parents. They, more or less, raised me for the largest chunk of my childhood. They were older (obviously) and definitely took advantage of all modern "conveniences" when it came to raising me- fast food, processed/freezer meals, lots and lots and lots of TV, etc.
In fairness, they certainly weren't planning on raising any more children, had established careers that were their priority, and did their best considering the circumstances. And we had an awesome garden!
My dad was a total hippy and was around most of my childhood but had little to do with my day-to-day upbringing.
I had a lot of experiences growing up, lived in many different situations before I got out on my own, and saw a lot of different ways of living.
My bio mom and I began developing a real relationship when I unexpectedly got pregnant with DD. I really ended up leaning on her at that time, and kind of went along with a lot of her beliefs about childbirth ("why would anyone deliver without an epidural?!") Slowly, I started to realize that my instincts were pulling me in a totally different direction and now we agree to disagree on essentially all of our parenting choices (she has a 9-year-old now so we are kind of raising kids at the same time). She's definitely the anti-crunchy. I catch a lot of grief from my grandmother that raised me too.
I try not to sweat it.