I’m picturing a willow-thin, blonde girly girl with impossibly huge sparkly eyes and impossibly long, gravity-defying braids, dressed in a barely decent knockoff of a French maid’s outfit, trudging determinedly uphill through the snow to her cosplay convention . . .
Sure; I’m not an audiophile, so when I mean the right equipment, I really just mean decent enough gear, nothing special. And I’m no expert, either, but it seems like there’s just more of a natural presence or something with wax.
I cut my teeth in MMORPGs with Everquest back in the old days. Unless you’ve had to use a phone tree to call your guild members at 3:45am and have them scramble out of bed to fight a rarely spawning and heavily contested raid mob so one of your guild’s clerics might get the chance to get their epic weapon while two other guilds are in the zone doing the exact same thing… everything else since has been like playing Minesweeper.
Also, I used to play a bard in EQ. /Melody was for chumps. If you can’t keep up four songs by hitting 1…1…2…2…3… while running around then you should go play a rogue and mash your backstab button like a trained monkey.
Reading books.
What’s really embarrassing is that I’m such an elitist I don’t even watch anymore. I guess a lot of the fun for me was the thrill of the hunt, the excitement of opening up a Priority Mail box to find stuff I just ordered because the name sounded interesting - god, our Hana Yori Dongo tapes actually had time codes and commercials in them. It just isn’t fun at all anymore, and I haven’t watched anything for years.
I’m with you on pretty much all of this, except the coffee. I’ll drink any old crap, as long as I get my caffeine. I lost the tv battle, though I figure my husband works quite hard and rarely spends any money on himself, so he deserves a few toys.
Scotch.
I can’t stand the blended, bland swill that is Johnny Walker Red. I like Highlands and Speysides anytime, and after a good meal, a nice Islay, smoky and peaty. I collect different malts, and have hosted tasting parties.
Scotch snob, me.
Okay, you win there. 'Cause…there’s no way I would have done that. 
I’ve heard horror stories about EQ, and all I have to say is that I’m glad I didn’t catch the MMORPG bug until after WoW came out. I’ll settle for /facepalming at scrubs who can’t comprehend “if it’s green and glowy, you probably shouldn’t be standing in it!”
And we know that it’s really “all your base are belong to us.”
We are the same!
I am a grammar elitist. One of the reasons I like coming to the SD is that nearly everyone here writes well!
I’m also a music elitist, but maybe that’s more of an age/generation thing than elitism. I’m turning into my parents, except that while for them Sinatra-type music was real music and rock ‘n’ roll was not, for me rock is genuine music (as is Sinatra and his ilk), and hip-hop and so forth is not.
Speaking of which, I like the classic “pop” impresarios – except Sinatra – too popular (Actually, it’s more of a smarminess that I dislike, but the ubiquity doesn’t help either.)
I won’t see any of the movies or read any of the books. I think the idea of vampires that sparkle in the sun is ridiculous.
Back in the mid-90’s, when Interview with the Vampire was hot, I didn’t read it. I read Dracula instead.
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See - I got so heated - I couldn’t even type straight! 
Anne Neville - I was too busy reading *Exit to Eden *in my bunk. Who needs vamps when there’s a sex island?
Pizza. It has to be made by a locally owned place that actually has some control over the ingredients. I scoff at the peasants who eat Domino’s or Little Caesar’s! The only chain we buy from occassionally is Jet’s.
Scansion.
There is only so much appreciation you can have for poetry without being able to scan. Yes, well-wrought lines have their effect over the transom of analysis, but the simple (and it is pretty simple) method of marking where the stresses fall can tell you a lot about how the poem is having its effect. You can go pretty far down the rabbit hole in the study of versification itself, and that may not be for everybody, but if you can’t even scan a poem you are not to be taken seriously in anything to do with poetry.
Harry Potter is for simps who can’t handle Diana Wynn Jones.
If I meet a person who can’t speak a sentence without every other word being an F-bomb or equivalent, my brain tells me I’m not listening to somebody that I should be taking seriously.
Fuck yeah.
Does “cocksucker” Swearingon from Deadwood at least get a pass? Cause his speeches were like Shakespear and shit.
Yeah, my elitism is sometimes hard to tell apart from my "started becoming a crotchety old lady at the age of 13"ism, or my general cynicism.
I’m not turning into my parents yet, fortunately. My mother dislikes garlic, for reasons that I suspect have to do with its lower-class image in the US in the early twentieth century.
In praise of a battle that the elites won - widescreen movies. Man, I hate, hate, hate fullscreen movies.
I guess I’ll also join the band of beer snobs. For me, it’s got to be small breweries. And none of that light stuff for me. If I order beer, I want to taste beer, not water.
1.) Music
2.) Books
3.) World of Warcraft
4.) Beer
5.) Etiquette
And while I’m fairly high up the elitist scale of all of these things, I have friends who are at least more knowledgeable (if not more elitist) in most of these fields to keep me (theoretically) humble.
I’m ashamed of none of my elitism, and I’m scoffing at the posts made by some of the “elitist” people in this very thread.