Ditto. I also do the same with incidents that occurred in the various other cities (outside of - pah - Kansas) in which I’ve lived.
I live in Iowa, Land of the Crappy Beer. People drink Miller or Bud and don’t touch the “pansy microbrews” or imported yumminess. At our wedding we had free beer for our guests. It was Bass, Guinness, and Blue Moon. 
We got about as many “My god, where’s the *good *beer?” comments as “My god, you people are GODS!” I love beer snobbery.
A fellow Bass lover, now that’s good Ale. I will now rarely drink anything but Bass.
I belittle my friends who drink nothing better than Coors Light, and think the best import is Corona.
I’ve tried to convert them, but alas, to no effect.
I’m taking notes, as my 20th High School Reunion is in two weeks. I’m not sure which side of snobbery I want to portray myself.
I had a pager before they were common or fashionable. Back when they were prestigious! It only had a range of about 5 miles away from the hospital where I was based at, but if it went off while I was out of Mr. Hospital, I took great pleasure in loudly proclaiming “That’s my beeper! It must be the hospital calling me! Gosh, it’s rough being a doctor. Where’s a phone I can use?”
Horrible, I know. And pathetic. Fortunately the last two decades of growing up have helped some to beat it out of me.
I don’t drink beer all that often but when I do, I usually go for something like Sleeman, Grolsch, or Stella. People usually rip on me when someone offers me a labatt blue by saying, “who he won’t take that, he only drinks them rich person beers.”
I don’t know if this counts, but I’ve never been to a Wal Mart.
I make a point of raising my pinky everytime I hoist a can of Miller Lite. Does that count?
I do enjoy it when I say, “No, I don’t really watch TV.” Sadly, I’m turning into a hypocrite now that my roomie went and got cable.
I’m a total snob about living in the city. There’s actually a debate “raging” right now about whether the main street in our neighborhood should allow Barnes & Noble and Starbucks and that kind of crap in.
I couldn’t be more opposed to such an idea.
So, call that a superiority conplex, if you will. You can find that shit anywhere and I like my neighborhood, not only for what is in it, but because of what ain’t in it.
But, it’s not like I drag my suburban friends into arguments about it or ever rub their noses in the lameness of where they live. I’m a snob about it, but it doesn’t really manifest itself in anything I do.
The reverse snobbery thing amuses me to watch, especially with beer. Watching 20 something kids try and choke down Pabst Blue Ribbon is a hoot. Conversely, I find Stella Artois to be the foulest thing ever to pour forth from a bottle. I’m usually not snobby about much, but I fell into this great deal on a knock-off Omega watch (that even jewelers couldn’t detect) and even though it’s a fake (I paid a hundred bucks for it) I like making sure people see it, because the irony amuses me.
I put my grocery list on my Blackberry and take it with me to the store. Does that count? (I’m saving paper!)
I admit I’m a reverse snob. When I’m out meeting new people, I always make sure to mention I’m “from Oakland”, even though I’ve only lived here a few months and my area is damn ritzy.
I was obliquely accused of ‘flashing’ – literally. I was sitting in the studio, and we were talking about the film. The director turned to me and said, ‘You bastard.’ I wondered what he was talking about. Apparently the sun was glinting off of my watch and into his eyes. He thought I was doing it on purpose.
You have made me feel better about myself. It never occurred to me that having gone to grad school was something one could be snobbish about. Most of my friends have Ph.D’s, so I try to keep the topic of conversation away from grad school so I don’t have to admit that I only have a master’s :o
I have reverse car snobbery, too. I love my Honda Civic, and I snicker at my neighbor’s huge SUV and how much it must be costing him to put gas in it these days.
This is strictly a gun culture thing. Lots of folks own handguns of good quality, but they cheap out on holsters and ammunition. When talking guns, I take an unseemly amount of pleasure in looking disdainfully down my nose at that $600+ handgun someone proudly displays that is carried in a $9 nylon Uncle Mike’s holster and loaded with the cheapest ball ammo that Wally World has in stock. I suppose I just ooze smugness when I display my own custom-made horsehide holster and drop out a magazine full of premium-grade hollow point ammunition. Like I said, outside the gun culture it probably seems like whether dick-waving with a horizontal motion is superior to dick-waving with a vertical motion, but it is a form of snobbery.
I was at a party where a guy was going on and on about his Florida vacation. When he finally asked me about my recent travel, or lack thereof, I was delighted to mention that my last two vacations were Austria and China.
Seriously, Florida?
You wouldn’t believe how happy I’d be to get away from Florida.
Now I think Pabst Blue Ribbon rules, and I guess I have a bit of reverse-snobbery about it, now that it’s apparently the 20-something hipster beer of choice. But to me, it TASTES GOOD and it’s CHEAP, and I wouldn’t bother drinking anything I didn’t like or that was way too expensive. A lot of people scoff when I haul out the PBR, but it isn’t like they are drinking Guinness and Tuborg. They are all Bud/Miller/Icehouse people, and that stuff is all just gross. I love Guinness and nice dark imported ales with full bodies and rich flavors, don’t get me wrong! But if I’m consciously drinking cheap, light American beer, I’ll go for PBR every time. I’m just stunned by how much snobbery I get from both expensive beer fans AND cheap beer fans.
Well one time I did manage to slip casually into conversation that my stock options from my previous job paid for my Land Rover.
I would rather not drink beer thank to drink Bud or Miller or whatever. I just don’t like it. I’m a Bass or Guinness girl, myself. So I guess maybe I’m a beer snob, or just picky.