You see, I love Stella Artois, it has a nice buzz to it. I won’t touch Budweiser brands, Miller I can handle in small doses, Killian’s only on tap. Most times I get mixed drinks anyways unless the bar has Stella.
I am snobby about my hair. There isn’t much to be snobby about in my life, but I know I have hair many women would kill for, so I reserve the right to be proud of it and show it off.
If I meet someone who comes across as snobby to me, I make sure I drop in conversation that I’m a professional artist (graphic designer). It always amazes me how people perk up when I tell them what I do. Yes, I get to design and create all day long, 40 hours a week (not really that much, but it’s fun to say so). People are fascinated with artists, too bad I don’t make really good money!
Well, in my opinion, and living in the ‘LAND OF GREAT BEER,’ Stella Artois IS foul. It is by far the worst beer I had in Belgium. The Belgians can make really good beer. REALLY good beer, but Stella Artois ain’t it. I am a beer snob, and have lots of fun going through all the German breweries, getting great beer for practically nothing. It’s wonderful!
Since there is quite a bit of mention of it, I too will say that I LOVE Bass.
BTW, Killians is the lowest I go on the domestic beer side. You can keep your Bud, Miller, Coors. I do quite like Sam Adams, though.
I like to sometimes point out how little I’ve spend on certain household items by finding them at garage sales. My reverse snobbery comes from pointing out how thrifty I’m being.
We overspend on food so my of thriftyness is for naught anyway.
At Starbucks, I pronounce scone properly, but, magnanimously, I will not correct the barrista’s pronounciation when he or she “corrects” me. I insist that I only go to Starbucks because there isn’t “real coffee” available anywhere nearby. Yes, I’m pathetic.
A few times (very few!) when people have been ratty or disrespectful I’ve said “That’s Dr. Jennshark, please.” It’s usually with a pushy, overfamiliar salesperson on the phone or an airline wonk.
Beer snobbery, definitely. Screw anything that comes in a can, and almost everything that’s in a bottle. Cask conditioned, microbrewed, poured from a bung, not a tapper… the list is endless. Then get into the “I don’t like pilsners much, thanks, I’ll have a porter” and insisting that it be consumed at cellar temperature–oh, I can get really insufferable about beer, good thing I hardly ever drink but live in a town where you can’t spit without hitting a good microbrewery.
Sesquipedalian vocabulary I refuse to dumb down for the masses–let 'em learn polysyllables, I say!
Starbucks is corporate swill–MY coffee place is local!
Don’t eat fast food, especially not burger crap, and make a point of looking right down the old ski jump at those who do, usually with a supercilious smirk.
Don’t wear polyester ANYTHING, natural fabrics only (only partially snobby, the rest is allergy).
Reverse snobbery–weird old cars I chose and am restoring at my own glacial speed, cars NOBODY else would love. Shop for clothes at thrift stores, then fit and customize myself. Small house. Elaborately networked computers that are put together out of recycled crustyware to perform outside of any original estimate of their abilities, can do all the geeky WiFi and cellphone stuff but don’t spend a fraction of what most people think it all should cost. Frugality is a virtue and mustn’t let ANYONE forget it…
You don’t listen very well, do you, VC03? I just warned you for exactly the same thing is another IMHO thread.
I don’t know or care what grudge you might carry for anybody. You will not pursue them in IMHO. You hijacked yet another thread to swipe at another poster. It’s rude the OP, completely inappropriate for the forum and your repeated offense demonstrates you don’t mind acting like a jerk.
This is the second warning, pal. The moderater loop has been advised of your actions and if you put another toe over the line you’re ripe to lose your posting privileges.
When I was in grad school, I used to keep in my mailbox a pound of fair-trade coffee that I got from the local retailer down at the market, along with my Vietnamese coffeepot, so I wouldn’t have to drink Tim Hortons’.
I use the phrase “When I was in grad school” at least, oh, once a day.
