Just not worth it, right?
I can buy a 6 pack of Hanes for whatever they cost and at least half the pack ends up crookedly knit and the toe is weird. They end up with the kids.
Or I can buy one pair of good socks and wear them for a couple years. They fit and feel right. I have 3 yo Bombas that have no sign of wear other than fading a bit.
Yep. For awhile my feet would get sore in minutes if my socks weren’t nice cushion sole sport socks. I forget my favorite brand but Sam’s Club used to carry them sometimes. Lately my feet are not so sensitive. Most cushion socks are tighter then I like on the ankle so I have switched to Dr Scholl’s diabetic socks and they are great. Plus you can get them in larger sizes, not just the one-size-fits-all.
But how do you tell people are wearing crappy socks?
Saggy. Stretched out tops.
Mis-matched(I know it’s a thing, now. So I’ve calmed down on this).
Those nasty things Peds(are those truly socks, or shoe liners?) with a pom-pom hanging off the back. Ick.
Chile peppers mostly. I grew up (6-18 more or less) in Las Cruces, less than an hour from Hatch NM. I appreciate good, fruity peppers with a wide variety of heat levels. While things have improved over the years, even up until about 10 years ago, most peppers I found outside of actual producing areas were bitter, underripe options that tasted more like a green bell pepper than anything I would want.
And while I can enjoy the contrast of a pickled jalapeno, the ones that are commonly sold are just… no. I mean, if that’s the specific flavor you want (because you grew up with it at events) fine for you, but 90% of the flavor is just the cheap pickling fluid.
Similarly, I’m snobbish about hot sauces, pico and salsas. If your salsa is predominantly tomatoes (which I do like fresh) I’m likely to pass. Especially when far too often (with pico especially) it’s made with underripe gassed tomatoes that have all the flavor of the containers they were shipped in. All the flavors should work together, and each should be able to stand on it’s own.
YMMV of course.
Oh, Lord, so many things. I blame my father - when I was growing up, if the teeming masses liked something, he disparaged it.
My main things were always coffee, pies, bread, music & singers, movies, literature… the list goes on. Then, about ten years ago, I realized that being a snob was depriving me of friendship and enjoyment, so I’ve been trying to back off from it ever since.
Nowadays, although I still prefer what I consider the best things, I no longer turn up my nose at the rest. If other people want to read badly-written books and see formulaic movies, I don’t say a word against them. I cheerfully order cake instead of pie, and if someone orders a frozen daiquiri instead of a “grownup” drink when we’re out, why, I might even join in.
I’m still working on tolerating all the lousy nasal, breathy singers out there.
I don’t know if it is snob or anti-snob, but I like “realistic” representational art better than modern art.There are a few abstract pieces that I appreciate on an intellectual level, but emotionally, they leave me cold.
I am aware that traditional art has its own set of conventions that, in their own way, are just as artificial as Michael Jackson’s nose, but in general, I would rather look at a Norman Rockwell than a Picasso.
In my opinion, a thousand years from now, when historians look at the Great Works from the 20th and 21st centuries, the commercial illustrators will be regarded higher than the avant-garde Artists-with-a-capital-A.
I’m an epistemology snob. For all the people who state opinion as fact, who gather impressions instead of reasons, or who think third-hand rumors are the same as knowledge, my first question (maybe only in my head) is “How do you know?” The answer doesn’t have to be intellectually deep, just something that would count (in a court of law, say) as evidence. I saw it happen, I met the person and that is my judgment of them, I read it in a reliable source (or two or three, for preference). Something, anyway, more reliable than your mother-in-law’s hairdresser said so.
Well, while I’m sure that most Schlager fans drink cheap beer, but I need something stronger when having to endure it, like cyanide or strychnine…
Consider yourself lucky. Stereotype cheap arrangements, shallow melodies, no rhythm to speak of, soppy texts, undanceable if you don’t count schunkeln as dancing. Don’t get me started, I am fully on @EinsteinsHund’s side on that.
I am snob-ish about food and drink, particularly ham, beans, cheese, meat, beer and whisky (and more, probably, just of the top of my hat). Books. Layout and type/fonts. Translations. But I have learned the hard way to turn a blind eye and ignore blatant ignorance and tastelessness for the sake of peace of mind.
Don’t forget disco fox, the most stupid and primitive dance imaginable.
Never heard of disco fox. I’ll consider myself lucky 
and I am not going to google it. That much I trust you.
It’s a 4/4 couple dance all the Schlager fans dance to, and the most soulless dance in the world. I learned it in dance school when I was 14 in 1982 (when attending dance school at that age was still a thing) and already found it enormously boring back then.
It had better be the right hat.
Hot dogs.
If you are over 10 years old and put ketchup on one you are a heathen.
Oh, yes, I am snob-ish about hats too.
I personally enjoy hearing people’s anecdotal stories.
I’m not saying I always find it the last word or plan on applying it to my life.
I’m snobbish about folks being rude to others because they always think they’re right or the better informed.
Rude-ness just because you can be isn’t acceptable. Unless it’s a person in danger or it compromises a group of people, best just to keep your mouth shut.
There’s a fine line between being helpful or just being in the way.
I am intolerant of intolerant people so…
I’m much less snobby about food than I used to be, but at the same time I feel that at my age I don’t feel obligated to eat something that doesn’t appeal to me, regardless of who made it. My wife loves to buy those packaged dishes, most of which suck ass, and she likes to order dinner delivered from the building’s kitchen, much of which tastes the same as every other dish they make. I just don’t feel like spending any of my few remaining years eating shit food if I can avoid it. So I buy very expensive olive oil and very expensive Ortiz tuna and expensive cheeses because I can.
Nice nickname/avatar and post combo!
You know there’s nothing quite so enjoyable at the end of a long work day as pouring yourself a glass of Faygo pop and listen to a nice rousing Sousa march on the phonograph, I always say!