I do have a snobbish fantasy:
I step out onto the red carpet at the Oscars for my big night. My youngest granddaughter and I are together. (She’s a six year old blond knockout.) I wear a vintage, tastefully-cut, full-skirted Valentino with no adornments. Beside me, my Sweetness wears a playsuit and makeup of her own design and as many diamonds and jewels as she can cram on.
I drink beer out of the bottle, and if anyone gives me shit say “I’m from california”
I say “amond” instead of “almond”
Sometimes I let drop about having an MBA or having been to grad school.
occaisonally I admit to being the author of the best guidebook ever written to Southwest China
When talking about the stock market, after giving my views I have to explain that I worked in investment banking for 8 years. I mean, most people don’t get it when you say volatility is cheap.
Wearing my game-worn Cottonmouths jerseys to away games.
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When about 50 or so of us went to Knoxville for the first game of the second round of the playoffs last season, we had our own policeman! I’m not sure if he was there to protect us from Knoxville or to protect Knoxville from us, but there he was!
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Which of the accepted pronUnciations do you deem to be “correct”?
Why do you keep coffee in your mailbox?
It was my office mailbox, for papers and marking and such. When I was in grad school. 
I refuse to wash my motorcycle. It has bugs from 14 states on it, occasionally I windex the lights and mirrors.
When I tell the Hardly-Dangerous guys I only wash it when I’m out in the rain they get this weird tic
Hey, I pronouce it right!
I’m pretty snobby about my hair, it’s straight, honey colored, and amazingly soft. When other girls complain about how much time it takes to straighten their hair or how it frizzes in humidity I just laugh and say all I do to my hair is wash it and brush it.
Heh heh. Me too. I have taken advantage of a number of freebies there, though - and have been quite disappointed. The scones don’t hold a candle to Timothy’s, the coffee isn’t that great, and they use a nasty brand of soy milk.
You kept stuff you didn’t want to lose there, too? In grad school, of course
I love the way Scones keep coming up. I never found a good Scone in any chain in the US. One day my wife was nice enough to make some and they were great. Now I have to ask her to please do so again. I thought I was in a small minority that loved them.
I really do need to visit Scotland again. I love it there.
I’m not sure if that makes you a snob, or just kind of a bitch.
-foxy
I avoid popular TV shows just because they’re popular. Same with best-selling books. If everybody’s watching it/buying it/reading it, it must be garbage, right? Yeah, that’s logic.
Also, I don’t watch cartoons. I don’t watch The Simpsons because it’s a cartoon. Pixar? Oh, that’s animation. :rolleyes: 
Actually, that reminds me that I am a coffee snob. I’ve been working on it, but I still reject, out of hand, most offers of “coffee” unless I know exactly where it came from. For me “coffee” does not include:
I like to know where my coffee was grown, and if you look at me like I’m an idiot for asking, then sorry, I’ll get my brew elsewhere. I would like it to be fairly traded, and I will not believe that it is unless the producer explicitly says so and defines what they mean by it.
I don’t like South American coffee very much. Yes, I’m serious. Yes, I can tell the difference. I prefer Mocha Java or a straight-up Ethiopian. No, I don’t like Costa Rican. Yes, I’ve tried it. Yes, I know you think it’s great and that your marketing department has decided it’s the coffee of the month. I do not like it, Sam I am.
And finally: “Mocha Java” is not a flavour. It’s an origin. Yes, I know Mocha sometimes means Chocolate but not in this case. The only thing worse than a coffee snob like me is an ignorant coffee snob like you, who turns up your nose at my Mocha Java suggestion because you don’t like flavoured coffees.
scones: I developed an appreciation for scones while working as a barista (as a side venture to developing my coffee snobbery). Most scones are boring and not very tasty, but this one chain (actually two major chains in Toronto) sell the most amazing scones ever, the only ones I will eat. They’re the best-kept secret in town because they are deceptively named. For example, what the barista will tell you is an “apple” scone is actually “apple with butterscotch chips,” what they label “raspberry” is “raspberry and white chocolate.” Even their berry ones are great because they use real berries (rasp- and blue-) and the juice from the berries is the liquid in the recipe. They are divine. jrfranchi, if you are ever up this way, I will make sure you get to try them. Failing that, ask your wife to make you some with the above-mentioned ingredient combinations.
Surprisingly, when I had scones as (I was told) they were meant to be eaten - ie with fresh clotted cream - I was very disappointed. Give me raspberry and white chocolate or give me … well, don’t bother giving me a scone at all.
Well, the room - which I entered quite frequently when I was in grad school - was locked to anyone who wasn’t a student, and we were all fairly trustworthy.
Pardon my confusion, but are you still talking about Timothy’s, or some other chain? Because I’m in Toronto and do enjoy a good scone now and then.
I smoke only quality cigars (especially around my friends who smoke cigarettes), drink only quality whiskey (especially around my friends who drink cheap vodka), and I’m looking for a monacle to put on while I do it!
Mostly yes to the TV shows & books, with a few exceptions if the show/book in question is in my usual preference & I’d watch it/read it even if it weren’t popular. I would also add that I avoid popular/Top 40 music like it carried Marburg virus.
Cartoons - the only cartoons worth a damn are the old ones (Looney Tunes, Rocky & Bullwinkle, etc.). Animation - I saw “Fantasia” and I can accept the Gilliam stuff in MPFC, but other than that… puh-lease!
I also eschew expensive designer jeans in favor of ones that cost $30 or less and are comfortable (and never iron a crease into them).
… and there is another way to pronounce it? And I am from Indiana of all uncultured places?
Oh, okay. British “scawn,” is what I thought Campion was referring to.
I bake my own scones. That’s snobbery.
When I know that I will be in the company of certain people, I always make sure to run all my “rocks” thru the sonic jewelry cleaner just so they’ll sparkle maybe just a tad more than theirs.