Any Snobs Here? In What Way?

As a dancer I’ve been called a snob, and I’ve also been told I am intimidating

I always found that upsetting because I have never viewed myself as either of those things, but I discovered I was viewed that way by some folks who didn’t know me. They thought I was stand-offish.

I started dancing after I left my abusive ex and truth be told I was very insecure and it was uncertainty and social awkwardness that kept me distant. But I quickly became a very good dancer and that was intimidating to some folks. And I get that because I was hugely intimidated by those who I considered good dancers no matter how they treated me.

I do tend to be a bit of a snob about what my kids refer to as my “grammar Nazi” tendencies, which translates to use of the English language and vocabulary. I hate that about myself 😖 but I’m very much a work in progress as I work to not be as judgy about such things.
 
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I used to be snobby about some things. I thought I was better than a lot of others at somethings. I don't feel that way anymore. I'm pretty good at some things, but not good enough to be snobby. I miss feeling snobby. It was an inflated sense of self that felt good. Is that weird?
 
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Old age sure is an equalizer! @JustDave
I said I missed feeling snobby, but that was my first reaction to a question I had never thought about before. Yeah, it felt good thinking I was hot stuff, but obviously, I never actually missed it until the topic came up, and on further consideration, I get a certain satisfaction about having a more realistic view about myself. Maybe I could be snobby about that. Ha!
 
When I was a student, I used to do all sorts of horrible jobs in the summer and was a temporary postie at Christmas. It was an education ! I soon discovered that people (especially ones lower down the scale) were always happy when they could find someone to look down on.
Ones at the higher end, were generally OK as they were happy not to have to do the 'dirty' jobs themselves.
 
Someone who thinks someone else might be a snob may be dealing with their own passive-aggressive tendencies and lack of self confidence as to their own perceived set of short comings and insecurities.
Yep. Last week's episode of "Fear Thy Neighbor" was about a couple of families close to where I grew up in West Virginia and it reminded me of some of the poor kids I went to high school with. They didn't actually have addresses so if you asked where they lived they would say, "Up a holler." While we were the "Green Lanes," kids.

We rode the same school bus, dressed the same way, with maybe just a slight difference in quality, maybe there was a little of that style difference you see in "Grease," but there wasn't enough of any one group to make big gangs or cliques.

I thought we all got along great and I liked everyone. I never heard a mean or belittling word about the poorer kids.

Then during one reunion I overheard some of the "holler girls" talking and it was a revelation. They were gloating about which ones of the "Green Lanes" kids had met tragedies or failures in life and talking about what snobs we had all been.
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As for the OP. I've never been a snob, but there have been a few things I took pride in. Boy did Karma shoot them down.
 
I feel more comfortable around blue collar workers and "trailer trash" than the stiff, judgmental , high class people.

I was at an outdoor party once and the host, a handsome man, came over to talk to me. He told me I looked too sophisticated and cultured to
be around "these people". He asked where I grew up.
me: "Montana"
him: "Oh, See all those horses? Those are all mine! Had to shoot three of them yesterday because they had colic."
me: " You don't shoot them. You call a vet or slap turpentine on their bellies. Walk them around. Run them around. Did you call the vet?"
him: "Pardon me! I THOUGHT you were sophisticated! Now I see the low class Montana coming out! "
Then he began to insult me, my relatives, my ancestors. Nope, I prefer people who are genuine, with happy eyes and a cheerful soul.
 
Yes with all joking aside, plenty people are snobs regardless of whether they have money.. it just means they feel superior to someone or something.. or even a situation...
There's a sit-com on British television called "Keeping Up Appearances." The central character is an eccentric and snobbish middle class social climber, name of, Hyacinth Bucket, portrayed by the talented, Patricia Routledge, who insists that her surname is pronounced "Bouquet".
Hyacinth Bucket is so snobbish that if she had to have a colostomy bag it would have to be a Louis Vuitton.

 
There's a sit-com on British television called "Keeping Up Appearances." The central character is an eccentric and snobbish middle class social climber, name of, Hyacinth Bucket, portrayed by the talented, Patricia Routledge, who insists that her surname is pronounced "Bouquet".
Hyacinth Bucket is so snobbish that if she had to have a colostomy bag it would have to be a Louis Vuitton.

I think most Americans are familiar with Hyacinth going by previous comments on here...
 
In a hotel bar one evening I fell into conversation with a rather 'Rustic' gentleman. He said he had a farm and told me about the rather ridiculous rules that allowed him to claim grants for growing certain crops, but the market value was so low that he just ploughed them up. Then he asked me who I worked for, and when I told him, he asked if I knew a certain person. Yes, he was my boss' boss. He then told of how they had grown
up in the same small village and how his friend had been a talented footballer and was heading for a career in football, but obviously changed his mind.
Back in the office I sent the boss an email relating this encounter. He replied that yes, he had seriously consider football as a career and it was a surprise that his old friend was a farmer. Then he added, did he tell you that he's a multi-millionaire ? I'd never have guessed it, he just seemed a nice ordinary guy.

In another incident, On a transatlantic flight, I found myself sitting beside the CEO of a large company. I expressed surprise that he was sitting in economy, but he said that he expected his staff to travel in economy, so it was only correct that he should do the same.

I've met a number of people who were rich or held senior positions, and been pleasantly surprised at how polite and approachable they were.
 
In a hotel bar one evening I fell into conversation with a rather 'Rustic' gentleman. He said he had a farm and told me about the rather ridiculous rules that allowed him to claim grants for growing certain crops, but the market value was so low that he just ploughed them up. Then he asked me who I worked for, and when I told him, he asked if I knew a certain person. Yes, he was my boss' boss. He then told of how they had grown
up in the same small village and how his friend had been a talented footballer and was heading for a career in football, but obviously changed his mind.
Back in the office I sent the boss an email relating this encounter. He replied that yes, he had seriously consider football as a career and it was a surprise that his old friend was a farmer. Then he added, did he tell you that he's a multi-millionaire ? I'd never have guessed it, he just seemed a nice ordinary guy.

In another incident, On a transatlantic flight, I found myself sitting beside the CEO of a large company. I expressed surprise that he was sitting in economy, but he said that he expected his staff to travel in economy, so it was only correct that he should do the same.

I've met a number of people who were rich or held senior positions, and been pleasantly surprised at how polite and approachable they were.
It's been my limited experience that people with old money are much nicer and more at ease with their situation than people with new money.
 
Where I grew up, high class snobbery was pretty rare. If you were a boy, acting "hoity toity" would be an invitation to the locals to have an intense meeting with you to convince you that such was not the case.

Peer pressure (specifically against your chin and nose) and overall poverty made it hard for anyone to carry off the snob act.

Such training as a youth has served me well throughout my life. Nope.....I ain't no snob.
 
I don't think I am. I swear I live around a better class of people at this apartment complex than I did owning that house in a "desirable neighborhood." The houses behind me were bigger and newer.

I swear also that everything bites me in the ass and makes me feel like more of an anomaly. Like the ferals at work. I'm there daily to feed them on my days off. They get fed twice on days I work. They have good weights. I can't find anyone to help me. I feed them behind some storage containers where there are bushes also, so their dishes are hidden and the only people who go back there are the maintenance man and the scheduler who was fired had. The maintenance guy told me he likes cats and "you're going to need a bigger water dish in the summer." I already knew that and was on it. (found a nice wide shallow ceramic loaf pan at PAWS and I have other back up containers) I have spares in the car in case dishes disappear. But he didn't offer to help me feed them.
 


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