a realization:
i am a snob, but i'm not an elitist.
examples:
my coffee is better than what you're drinking. but there is no secret, i'm happy to share everything i know with you. it's not that i think mine is better because some jackass down at the coffee shop convinced me that paying $50/lb for "jamaican blue mountain" means i'm better than you. i know mine is better because i was there for nearly every step of the processing.
i'm in better shape than you. but it's not due to my superior breeding, it's because i work my ass off (literally, durhurhur) to be in shape. and i'll gladly help you get in shape.
your budwiser is not good enough for me. i will not drink it. same for that margarita you're trying to push on me. it's not because daddy warbucks taught me to turn up my nose at working-class beer or mexican mixed drinks: it's because i taught myself what good beer/liquor is, and if i'm going to ingest toxins, i'm damn well gonna ingest a toxin with some flavor, and that flavor ain't gonna be strawberry ice cream, because i'd rather just have the ice cream.
my favorite movie is still, and forevermore, "conan the barbarian". 'nuff said.
i'm better looking than you. oh, well, i guess there's not much we can do about that. sorry.
the point: i know what i like, and i know why i like it. i do not shy away from telling you that what you like is crap. that makes me a snob. but i'm happy to let you into my club. my brother now shaves with a badger brush and my girlfriend drinks lambic. there's nothing exclusionary or elitist about me.
well, my gf can't drive my car, but thats for reasons other than elitism.
and you dont fart in your car, you better had mention that. well i wont let you drive in my car either, because, well im not letting you drive my car AT you.