The whole gated community thing is so asinine. Perhaps it's something different elsewhere, but in Florida, "gated community" doesn't mean much more than "there's a (usually functioning) gate in the front of the complex/neighborhood." There were apartments in the 'hood that were gated.
An example: The cheap-ass apartment I had in Orlando was gated. It was right around the corner from Full Sail, and it was packed with burnout aspiring music producers. We called the guy downstairs "Balls" because he was always rolling them (at least I think that's why we called him that). The guy above me used to wake me in the middle of the afternoon when he decided to practice his DJ skills. We had a green TV that sat on the porch; it was how we knew if we'd remembered to pay the power bill in the last couple of months, and it was the easiest way to tell people to find our apartment when we threw a party. It was a bunch of 18-22-year-olds being idiots, and it was, by no stretch of the word, luxury.
Clearly we were a bunch of elitists trying to seclude ourselves. The only seclusion we sought was from the cops. And sunlight.