I have to be honest, I have a warped side of me that has always cherished making snobs uncomfortable. Sometimes I think it’s my mission in life. Snobs abound. There are literary snobs (they do not like books about dogs) and there are dog snobs (the border collie snobs have never recovered from my training a border collie by letting him run along (a fenced portion) of the Garden State Parkway after trucks). There are media snobs – The New York Times is the revealed word, every inch, and after that, NPR.

There are culture snobs – Facebook is a violation of sacred space, and e-books are not books, and there are technology snobs – Ipads are toys and messaging and e-mail are not writing. There are photography snobs (always center photos, never show sunspots) and political snobs (used to be knee-jerks on the left, now knee-jerks on the right).  And educational snobs – there are hundreds of colleges in America, but everybody has to go to one of five or six. I have had the glorious honor of ticking all of them off at one point or another in my life.

The thing about snobs is that they are not always wrong. Often, there is a lot of truth to the things they feel and the issues that plague them.

But snobs share a common trait – a whiff of superiority and condescension. If I have ticked them off, the favor has been returned. I like to think that as I grow and evolve, I will get past this need to torment snobs. Somehow, I doubt it.