Chiconista par Snobbery

Oftentimes, I have been called a snob. And I like to think it's not because I am one, but because I am terribly misunderstood (sigh). So when I came across Snobsite.com, an "online home for cultural snobbery", I had to chuckle. While I am not a rare bird in my small, yet ever-so-chic clique (hello, ladies!), I find myself begrudgingly exiled to Chichi Island, especially when compared to the larger set of my peers. Therefore, you can call this online discovery an unexpected witty homecoming. AND they have snob dictionaries- David Kamp, you are a kindred spirit, indeed!

Now, please don't misunderstand me- I approach "socially superior" hot buttons such as food, film and wine with an insouciant manner that would make any bona fide snob cringe. However, I have been known to participate in a heated debate (or three) about the true definition of burgers, the inherent differences between movies and films, and have built a strong case for the appeal of cult wines, but does that make me a snob? I would argue not. I would argue, rather, that I merely am an individual whom seeks out, enjoys, and looks to learn (excessively) from my everyday experiences with food, fashion, wine, literature, films, etc. As a matter of fact, I regard these experiences as a cathartic artistic exercise of sorts, one that indulges my conscience and engages all of my senses. As filmaker Jean-Luc Godard so eloquently puts it, "the extra-human intervention is human conscience. In order not to be eaten up, the conscience has to be awakened..." Hmm, I guess he was probably considered a snob, too.