-Spelling. If you’re going to write something spell it right. Although the LOLCats have got me in the bad habit uv spellings thingz weirds.
-Beer. Not a total snob, but I can’t stand Coors Light, Bud Light, all the weak watery beer. At least get me Micheloeb or Rolling Rock.
-American Cars. If you can find an American car that has the specs you want, buy it. The USA has precious little industry left.
-Keyboards with Windows keys, volume controls, LCD screens, etc. I still use an old heavy IBM keyboard. Great feel and it’s very solid. I’m a gamer, I don’t need the Windows key screwing me up.
-Letters. Don’t write me letters, I won’t answer. Customers at work, don’t send letters asking for product info. Everything is on the website. We have no literature. I can’t be troubled with stamps and envelopes and such things.
-Manual transmission. Everybody should know how to drive one, it’s really a lot more fun to drive.
I totally agree. It also drives me nuts when writers mistake overdoing it for sexy and/or seductive. An orgy with 15 people is a bad porn site and hard to coordinate; keeping it down to three or fewer, whatever they’re up to, usually makes it a better, more reaslistic read. It’s also easier to follow the characters and what’s in their heads far more easily.
I used to be a music snob, especially folk and folk rock. Of course, no true folk snob would even acknowledge the existence of folk rock, but never mind.
I was also snobbish about stereo equipment.
Now, I mostly don’t give a crap. The peculiar human vanity that involves self-identification through other people or through possessions just doesn’t register anymore. But I have to say that, at the time, it was kind of fun.
I can’t imagine anyone buying the whole lot, but it comes with two databases that’d be real handy for the new owner. I guess I’ll offer my friends whatever they want of it, then my wife gets to sell the rest to collectors. There must be somebody out there who will want the history on all those discs.
Actually, I think its completely fair. There are signs ALL OVER AIRPORTS telling you what you are suppose to do. This summer, I spent a lot time in airports after a few years of not being in one at all, and I was never confused. Yes, I went online to see what I needed to do beforehand, but I was also surrounded by dozens of signs reminding me of what I needed to do during the entire process of getting on a plane. Hell, not only do they post signs, but half of the time they have announcements over intercoms telling people what they need to do. What else can be done to make it easier for so many stupid people trying to get on a plane?
Looking back over the thread, I may not actually have a decent snobbery. Lots of people can and do name cats and the likes and dislikes that I used to find so important to impart onto others seem to be slipping more and more into the ‘life’s too short’ directory.
“Bring me a Snobbery…!”
Sadly, I admit that I like a lot of the “bad movies” out there, but I do find myself being a bit of a snob about real cult classics (Repo Man, Toxic Avenger, etc) vs the media calls them cult classics (Pulp Fiction). In all honestly, one of my all-time favourite movies is Hudson Hawk – which everyone else just absolutely abhors. I can’t help it, it just tickles my funnybone. Same thing with Fifth Element.
As for those who keep mentioning romance novels – yeh, I don’t even consider those to be books. I had this friend in high school who was exceedingly well-read. This girl actually read Dante’s Inferno for pleasure (not many like she and I out there!) but she also read romance novels – to the tune of 5 or 6 of them a week! Drove me absolutely bonkers to see someone that I knew to be intelligent and well-read reading that tripe.
Oh, and I must admit to being something of an intarwebs snob – I play this little game in my head as I am helping customers (I work in a call center) called "guess the ISP. Inevitably, the stupider the customer, the more sure I am to find that their ISP is AOL. I don’t even bother asking those customers if they want to assign a PO to their orders because it will add an additional minute to my call-time on the call explaining that “a purchase order is a tracking system some companies use. If you don’t know what it is, it just means your company doesn’t use them, so don’t worry about it. Oh, no ma’am/sir, they’re not required. Oh, it’s ok, no, no, I get that question all the time. Yes, I know, most smaller businesses don’t use them. Oh, it’s quite all right, would you like to continue with the order now?” ARGH!
The first page of this thread I was ready to post my … lack of anything to post.
But then I realized,
I’m a camping snob: I laughed at the mother daughter team that bought hiking boots for their first camping trip and spent 50% of their time wiping smudges off the boots.
I’m a real food snob: Real butter, real cheese, real bread. There’s almost no food in my house that doesn’t need to be cooked or prepared into something else. I bake my own desserts (with the exception of oreos), make my own sauces (white, brown or red).
I must also admit to being a camping snob. Which is funny because my husband is the most citified man I’ve ever met. He’s been camping once and absolutely hated it. I, on the other hand, lived in a tent for more than a month on an archaeological dig and was somewhat depressed when we rented a house (though it gave me a new appreciation for indoor plumbing and carpet). I prefer the top-notch camping equipment, too - it lasts forever. I’m still using the same tent and pack that I was using in college ten years ago, though my shower bag got a puncture - silly cats.
Can I assume you know Terri Hemmert from up here in Chi-Town? One of my better friends knows her somewhat, and was amazed at her personal collection (with interviews, candids, etc.). If not, develop one of those Disc-Jockeyish relationships! Trade away!
I’m yet another grammar/spelling snob (waiting for Gaudere’s Silver Hammer to come down upon my head)…who knew there would be so many on the SDMB??
I write, but in workshops…hope to publish someday (hijack…shouldn’t we have a workshop-type forum on the SDMB?). I am a horrible snob about the written word/editing. When I read our local newspaper…I sigh a great deal. I have a certain mental list of books within certain genres. If someone mentions that they like that genre, I ask if they’ce read anything on “the list”. If not, I recommend, and if they say “yuk”…I distance myself with much trepidation and waving of hands.
I used to be a mountain bike snob. My friend and I were GT fanatics, and looked down on Cannondale, Specialized, and Trek. Other brands were barely even acknowledged. When grip shifters started appearing, we both hated them. These days I don’t know enough about the current state of mountain biking to be a snob.
I’ve become more of a food snob though. I still like me some Sausage McMuffins, but at least I recognize it for the crap it is. But if I’m cooking an actual dish, I steer clear of bullshit recipes that call for stuff like dry soup packets and French’s fried onions. Oh, and I’m a rice snob too.
Fast food, which is to say, I can’t help but look down on people that eat it regularly. There are very few acceptable reasons to eat it IMHO, such as you’re on a 10 hour car trip, the food you packed was stolen or spoiled or your trip was unexpectedly extended somehow, you/the kids are absolutely starving, and there’s a McD’s a couple miles up ahead. So, out of necessity only.
People that actually plan it, and go there for meals and such? Ugh. Take five minutes and plan ahead, or instead of turning left into Burger King turn right into that strip mall, and get a deli sandwich instead of that “burger”.
This kinda grosses me out, too. I live in a fairly affluent part of town, but there’s a McDonald’s right on the exit on the way home, and there’s constantly a line of BMWs, Hummers and other high-priced cars wrapped around the building. I always remind myself that there are a lot of people in the world whose stories I don’t know, but I still find myself thinking, “Couldn’t they at least get takeout from some place less likely to cause a heart attack?”
You guys would love my last roommate, who claims to be a world-class chef but eats literally every single meal at either Jack-in-the-Box or the local greasy taco shop, Nando’s. Every. Single. Meal. I am not exaggerating. Every meal.
He claims that he cooks for his girlfriend when he has one, but other than a few wallet photos and a number of dubious anecdotes I found little to no evidence in the six months I lived there that he had ever actually had a girlfriend.
