I wasn’t aware there was another way to pronounce it. How do they pronounce it when they correct you?
I deliberately don’t refer to the college I went to by name, so that when people ask I can casually say “Oh, Berkeley.”
I also might mention that other members of my immediate family graduated from Stanford, Hastings Law, USC, SF State(magna cum), Navy nuke school and UCSD. We are an edumacated family.
I am now petrified that I have made some sort of spelling or grammatical error that will humiliate me. 
I also pride myself on my increasing ability to choose the perfect wine from the available list to go with dinner. I don’t like cheap wines and I didn’t like Merlot BEFORE that movie Sideways came out. 
I don’t know if this is snobbery or just a taste I’ve cultivated that I can’t seem to stop, but I will not drink tap water unless absolutely necessary. I have to have bottled. It doesn’t have to be Evian or anything fancy, it just has to taste better than the crap coming out of my faucet.
I only drink the crap coming out of the faucet if I’m really really hungover and I have to have water ASAP or I’ll die. And even then, I bitch endlessly.
I’m a toilet-paper snob. I think less of people who buy cheap toilet paper, particularly if they have bigger nicer houses than I do. Like, all that money and all that work and all that interior design, and you wipe your ass with sandpaper?
I’m a reverse-snob about makeup, though. Girlfriends of mine are totally MAC obsessed and I always laugh when they borrow mine and go, “Where did you get this lip-gloss/eyeshadow/mascara?”
“The grocery store,” I say, with a bit too much calculated nonchalance. “It’s $2.99. I love it.”
You’ll need to ask Campion, I never heard it any other way.
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I still don’t get it either. It’s “cone” with an “s” in front and a long O in the middle, yes? How does anybody else pronounce this differently, at Starbucks or wherever?
Some people insist that it is pronounced so that it rhymes with “gone.”
What really gets my goat are these peigne-culs who toss around foreign phrases in an attempt to seem witty and cultured.
What’s funniest to me is that all of the examples here of people trying to show snobbery would fly right over my head.
For me to notice, you’d have to wear a shirt that says, “I am a snob! Yes, I am!” 
My snobbery deals with seafood.
I grew on the east coast in a town of ‘watermen’.
Seafood has to be fresh, not overcooked, and definitely not served with some ostentatious sauce or capers. I want to be able to see the boat that hauled in the catch from which my dinner selection comes. I want to be able to toss My own line and eat tonight the bluecrabs I caught today.
Currently, I live in the Cleveland Ohio area.
Right around this time of year, lots of locals and restuarants are holding ‘clambakes’. Worse yet, some are holding ‘TRADITIONAL clambakes’. 
I take delight in noting that there isn’t a live clam in it’s habitat within four hundred miles of here.
I take particular joy in turning up my nose at “all-you-can-eat” king-crab legs.
OK, now I understand why I can’t get *real * scones anywere but back home. I’ve always wondered why they were mislabeling the pastry at Starbucks.
I used to be a coffee snob, but I stopped a while ago. It was just too much work.
I’m not ashamed to say that I can actually drink Folgers now. Actually, it helps that I can. It makes the visits at the in-laws much easier.
I used to be a beer snob, too. And I still am, just not out loud. I only buy the local micro brews (especially New Glarus. Mmmm) and I literally have trouble choking down Bud or Miller. It tastes like swill to me now. But I happily accept a nice cold Bud Light (uck) when offered. Inside, though, I am suffering snobbishly.
Sorry. Forgot about this thread. Sattua had it right – scone doesn’t rhyme with cone, or at least it didn’t where I grew up. Or, to satisfy Trunk: I pronounciate 
it “scawn” and deem that to be “correct.” As I said, however, I don’t correct the barrista, as it seems that pretty much everyone here pronounces it differently from me. Ah, well. Just another legacy of my misspent youth.
And ditto on the bruschetta thing. For some reason, scone doesn’t bother me, but bruschetta gets right under my skin.
Good Morning:
I know at Castle Scone Palace in Scotland they pronounce it like cone.
They just might have it right.
If you are ever in Scotland, I recommend a visit to the Castle Scone Palace. Very interesting place.
You from the eastern shore? I’m a Marylander by birth and I agree with you about the seafood thing. I cringe when I see some of the stuff sold as “Seafood” when I’m more than 100 miles from the ocean. Just because it came out of the ocean does not make it good seafood. I like to point out how much better the seafood is in Maryland when I eat “see-food” with my culinarily-challenged friends.
I grew up in England, and we only went up to Scotland the once, so I have no personal knowledge of the language up there. It’s on my “wish list” of places to go, though, so I’ll be sure to do a lot of fieldwork and report back if I get there.
Accents are funny things, though. I’m willing to bet that the Scots pronunciation is closer to the English than to the Valspeak I get from the barrista: “sco-win.” (Friends visiting from England confessed that they could not understand word one in the Starbucks, despite the fact that everyone purportedly was speaking “English.”)
One bit of snobbism that haunts me – about 25 years ago, I was filling out a questionnaire for our high school reunion. I was inordinately proud of being involved in several community activities and I made sure to mention that I’d been to a cocktail party with the mayor of Seattle.
I neglected to mention that it was an election year event attended by hundreds and that the mayor had asked specifically for some poor folks from the projects, for photo ops.
I’m still proud of community/volunteer stuff, but I no longer believe that it’s unusual or anything to brag about.
My Petty snobbery knows no bounds, although I am trying to rein it in:;
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Beverages: I drink my coffee black and drink “good” beers (e.g., non-light, non swill beers), red wine and straight liquors, such as scotch or a martini
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Words: I actually used to correct people on the pronunciation of “forte” (should be “fort” from the French for strong, not “for-tay” from the Italian for loud - but who cares) - a few others like that. I also use longer words without a second thought.
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Music: oh, Og have I abused this one: I roll my eyes when people mention they like artists I think are uncool. “Frankly, <insert artist name here> sucks” I would say. Now I really try to either not say anything, or just say they aren’t to my taste.
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Art: See music
Reverse Snobbery -
- I only drink beer from bottles
- I loudly proclaim my affection for shows like Buffy or Dexter’s Lab, or books like the Watchmen, etc. when talking with my very lit-crit snobby friends - they laugh and then I challenge them to talk about it - if they haven’t seen it or can’t form an opinion other than “but, it’s Buffy” or “but it’s a comic book” I wipe up the floor with them.
- Music, Art, etc. - I artfully locate examples that might be considered uncool but I know in my heart ARE cool. Sheryl Crow is a great example.
- Guitar - I have a very specific Japanese handmaid replica of an expensive Gibson - most players I have let play it strongly prefer it to most Gibson’s they play. I got it for a fraction of the cost of a normal Gibby. Oh, do I love telling guitarists about my guitar…even I wish I would shut up.
The list could go on indefinitely. I hate having to balance the minor “ooo I’m cooler than you” joy I get from these crappy little behaviors with the full knowledge that these are crappy little behaviors and I suck as a person for doing them.
I’m a total snob about makeup and clothing. While I know, for a fact, that some “lesser” brands have excellent products that would serve my needs completely, I still only buy my favorite more expensive brands. Dumb, I know.
Occasionally, when I’m feeling snarky, if people are name dropping, I let it slip that I had tea and scones with the queen. 'Cus really, when you’re talking about a celeb, she’s a pretty big one.
My wife’s boss used to give her gift certificates to Le Bec Fin (Philly’s finest restaurant and one of the few 5 star restaurants around) for Christmas. I’ve probably casually mentioned that I was just there more than was strictly necessary. “Oh, you’ve never been? It was my fourth time.”
Whatta maroon.
Blue crabs? King crab legs? I turn my nose up at them. Only fresh Dungeness crab is good enough for the likes of me.