Upturned Noses

Even the most laid back and egalitarian among us can be insufferable snobs when it comes to coffee, music, cars, beer, or any other pet obsession where things have to be just so. What are you snobbish about?

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As much as it pains me to admit it, I can be snobbish about a lot of different things. Small things, of course, that don’t mean much to anyone else but mean a lot to me is the ground-level of my snobbery.

Tea, for instance, is something that I can be called a snob about. There are so many different types of teas out there, and I have tried them all. From green to white to black and every flavor in between, I love them all. The “snob” classification comes to head when brewing the different teas. Steep almost any tea as long as you would like, and I would love it. Except black tea. That’s a two to five minute steeping tops. Otherwise it turns bitter to my taste buds, and I don’t like the way it coats my tongue.

I’m probably also a bit of a snob when it comes to being asked questions like “what would you like to drink” because more likely than not my answer will be some form of tea. It’s something I inhale on a near daily basis.

Music is also something people have called me out on. Never using the term of “snob” per se, but I’ve become known in my group of friends as the person with the most eclectic taste of music. I’m the go to person for new music finds. It’s a lot of pressure, actually.

When asked my favorite band of the moment I have two answer. One is a very popular band that I throw out there when I don’t feel like going into a long explanation. The other, my actual favorite, is an indie band that not a lot of people have heard of. I say the name Marianas Trench and some might immediately jump to the conclusion that I’m referring to the deepest part of the ocean. In actuality, I’m referring to a Punk/Emo band that I absolutely adore.

See? Snob.

While I don’t often call myself a snob, I do know that I like what I like; and I’m never going to feel the need to apologize for that.

-J. Spade.