Great moments in pretension!

You thought Brits had palates? have you tasted their food? :confused:

I think this thread will win the contest for the most :rolleyes: smilies ever.

Firstly, I think the barista term is pretentious. Why to we feel the need to jazz up the term "girl who works at the espresso bar. Just like mixologist when bartender works fine. Maybe it is because the whole industry and the people who patronize it leave such an affected taste in my mouth anyways. I mean, the sizes in Starbucks are a bit ridiculous. Tall being the smallest? :rolleyes:

As for the art-gallery types, i’m a bit torn. It’s one thing to use this sort of language in everyday usage, but in an art gallery or museum, it’s like going to a pig farm and complaining of the shit smell. It’s going to happen. As for the Economist in England? Sure, there it’s probably unimpressive, but then i’m sure people don’t take a copy of it to the pub to signal to all of those around that you’re special.

And that’s what pretentiousness boils down to me. An affected, obvious attempt by someone to get others to recognize your inner specialness (I know it’s not a word), by a gaudy advertisement of such. It’s a fact of life that we aren’t all hot shit, although we often feel like it. I’d like to be able for all of my achievements (or anything I’m proud of) to be instantly recognizable to others, but it just isn’t proper form.

I read an online review of a recording by the the Eroica Trio, in which the reviewer made grudging reference to the fact that some of the Trio’s fans found them to be attractive women “if, of course one adheres to Western standards of beauty”.

Well thank goodness for exalted individuals who are not stuck in that silly rut. :rolleyes:

Is it a “slim line telephone with last number redial facility”?

I was always surprised that Hyacinth Bucket, the Queen of Pretension, didn’t name her house.

HEY!

I named my house. It’s ‘Cloud 8’ (I don’t have a plackard or anything) I also named my 30 year old plow truck. It’s called puddles (leaks a little oil).

Yet again I’m going to be a humorless git and say: you’re riffing on a cliche that no longer exists. Sure we have trash food but so does everywhere; the UK’s food culture is now rich, diverse, and in many cases superb.

Its the made up “Italian” size names - venti. I think the word “venti” tops the term “barista.”

My brother Mark’s friend, Dave, married a woman whose friends include one of the reporters on the syndicated program Access Hollywood. At the wedding reception, this eminent broadcast journalist was relating some of her choicest anecdotes. She made a reference to “Bobby”, then suddenly caught herself and explained: “Excuse me, I sometimes forget when I’m not among entertainment-industry insiders. ‘Bobby’ is how we in the biz refer to Robert De Niro.” To fully appreciate the story, you’d have to see the :rolleyes: expression on Mark’s face as he related it.

That’s why it was an antidote. I was actually glad to encounter that guy and wish that all my customers had been like that.

What a *fantastic *name for a house! I wish that was an exact quote. :smiley:

Do they use a Hyacinth Bucket voice and follow up with “The lady of the house speaking” ?

I wish! It almost but not quite rhymes with the actual name, which is a synonym of citadel beginning with F.

More Bertie Wooster than Hyacinth. :smiley:

Today: Because I remarked on the hotness that is Rosario Dawson in Rent, I am apparently both philistine and moron in the eyes of Beware of Doug. :frowning:

Tonight: My pillow will be wet with tears.

Link here

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And point four: B.A., A.B, either way your career track is to become a “barista” at Starbucks while you’re waiting for your “career” in the arts to take off.

Woooooo!! Fancy-pants!

(besides, I read their name a something else) :smiley:

Oh, and someone called for a Chinese person about the issue of the forks?

Well, I’m afraid that Waverly is giving us a pretty good example of pretentiousness. :slight_smile:

Oooooo, don’t get me started on that Italianised twenty-ounce nonsense. The local Costa Coffee may be exclusively staffed by Poles, but at least they call it a Massimo.

Ah ha !when the new thread starts I bagsies Conan Doyle and Evan Hunter!

Foamy’s said all there is to say on that topic. (warning: explicit language)