But I live in Canada, and am therefore above ALL of YOU!!!1!!!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!*
*That’s me laughing like Terrence and Philip, which I do surprisingly well.
I just bought a non-Northern Hemisphere biased globe and it begs to differ…
How’s this for elitist:
95% of the posts in this thread are not “elitist,” rants. They’re dressed up minor rants that you’re desperately hoping will make you feel superior to someone else. But that you’re choosing those examples as the epitome of your elitist tendencies pretty much tells me that your definition of elite means “around about the 40th percentile.”
I’m sorry the guy behind the counter clearly can’t comprehend your “no pico de gallo” request. Now excuse me while I debate with my friends how this fois gras is too fiberous and my entree of medium rare antelope with swiss chard was influenced by another restaurant’s venison dish based upon the history of the executive chefs.
Fucking elitist!
Well, the world map on my office wall clearly shows Canada above the US (and everyone else except Greenland). We’re Number 1! 
Yes, yes, you’re allowed to sleep in the attic. Don’t get cocky.
Yes, this.
My wife and I refer to this attitude as “I’m so happy I’m a Beta!”
People who just bark their orders at clerks as though that is a normal human interaction. Not “I’d like a cappuccino, please,” or even “Could I have a cappuccino,” or even “One cappuccino, please.” Just “A cappuccino.” God, that’s gross to listen to.
I know it’s confusing – you don’t have to say this to ATMs, laundromat washers, and vending machines, but the difference is that the clerk is an actual person and you are therefore not relieved of your responsibility to say “please” and “thank you,” just like Mommy taught you.
How is this not even automatic with you? Do you just bark out orders to your spouse and family too?
I suppose they didn’t teach the correct spelling (or pronunciation) of fancy five dollar words like ‘fibrous’ in the school your parents were able to afford. ‘Swiss’ before ‘chard’ has been superfluous for about 20 years, unless the people you dine with consider Switzerland exotic or you were merely letting us know where your vegetables were flown in from. I suspect the former.
Also, you do realize that those pronghorn things you Americans are so fond of eating are about as much an antelope as they are a giraffe, don’t you? Unless it was, in fact, an Old World species that you little rascals were gulping down whilst gathered in your tree fort. And why do you people persist in using ‘entree’ to mean main course? Oh, who am I kidding?
Goodness, the things proles think they know about these days…
If your first language was Java, you went to a trade school.
SQL statements should be created via query composition, not string manipulation.
Unless you have read the Mythical Man Month or can at least summarize the key points, I refuse to work under you.
CSS Zealots have have worked on real design problems and fundamentally misunderstand the design process behind CSS.
If you’re still manually managing your memory, you better be working on an Operating System, something that needs to fit into 4 kilobytes or a game.
If you aren’t doing User Centered Design, you’re not allowed to believe or make any claims about your products usability.
Edit: If you graduated from the MIT Media Lab, you didn’t receive a technical education, you received one in the art of making demos.
Computer monkey = pleb. Sorry, but you’ve just ruled yourself out of the real elite.
pfft
There used to be a ton of Jack in The Boxes in New England. I know because my parents managed several of them in MA. Their customers are the reason FUCK was my first word, and half of the reason I’m scared of clowns. Good times. They all closed back around 1980, though.
- Telling people that they don’t “understand” a movie you love just shows that you’re unable to conceptualize other points of view, and therefore cannot grasp that one person’s challenging, conscious-altering movie is another person’s pretentious, overwrought piece of crap. Claiming others don’t understand is simply small-minded, and often as not wrong. Besides, nine times out of ten your idea of “arty films” is laughable anyway. Southland Tales? Heaven? Come on, seriously?
- If you’re my subordinate, it does not impress me that you have a masters degree. You’re working a temp job for $10.50/hour and have a masters degree. That’s not bad in and of itself since shit happens and people find themselves between jobs now and then. But clearly there’s something of the “doesn’t play well with others” variety wrong with you if you try to trump higher-ups in arguments by saying “but I have my masters!” when told that you’re wrong about something. Masters or not, you are still an idiot for insisting plurals require an apostrophe.
That’s why, unlike every poster here, I have a CITE that I am am elitist! 
I waited for the riff-raff to clear out before posting.
I’ve always said – nobody produces crap like the British!
Stop bringing ramen noodles and Lipton Cup O’ Soup for lunch at work. That shit stinks to high heaven- it smells of poverty. Leave them at home and give them to your 6 kids by different fathers (none present) for dinner.
Oh, man, when I was helping run a tutoring/SAT center, we had a joke that “English major” was the kiss of death on being an effective tutor.
I had to tell a UC Irvine junior English major that " had little effect" was emphasizing the smallness of the effect, not the idea that it had had at least a little consequence.
Apparently they spent most of their time discussing the motivations of Gatsby.
The real elite use functional languages, obviously. Preferably one as obscure as possible (if people are using it outside academia, it isn’t obscure enough; sorry Lisp and Haskell programmers), and where concepts are given terrifying names, like “monad”, “functor” and “dependent sigma type”.
“dependent sigma type”.
HEY.