Oh wow, TT...can't believe we haven't talked about this one, the "special people" that are good enough to associate with Ns.
I always attributed my mother's snobbery to insecurity, since she grew up poor and married well-to-do. Certainly that was part of it, but used to just grind my teeth over the little remarks that in some way suggested the poor "deserved it". Yet, she always had pity for children, and was distressed when she heard of cruelty to children. Though she was clumsy about loving me, I believe she did/does. But the snobbery was relentless.
She had a very happy marriage to an amazingly good and devoted man. She talks about how fine he was. I go, he sure was. Then she invariably repeats an anecdote (100s of times, this one): You know, Mrs. So and So (a fellow teacher) said to me one day, you know, we all always envied you your marriage.
She tells that story and relishes it, and just can't let it go. I guess being the object of envy of a worse snob was huge validation.
My last Nbf was a horrendous snob. His nose practically twitched. He just got this sort of "gleam" look when fine wine or food or travel were discussed...as though, oooooooh, now we're in the appropriate territory. Blecch. Made me want to burp at the table and drink out of a jar, and I do know what to do with all the forks!
One of my snob-triggers is when my mother will say of someone (invaiably another woman, she rarely criticizes men, likely because she was always beautiful and charming and men gave her a lot of attention): Now, she's very interesting. Or, she's quite something.
Curdled my breakfast, those terms, because it was a syrupy put-down and I never wanted to follow up and say, why? It would always be elaborated as something about their education or their appearance. Yarrgghh.
Well, thanks. This little rant has been just like caffeine!
love
Hops
