Tag: Snobbery

Exhibit A in Technocratic Arrogance


Yesterday, The Atlantic published an interview with the Italian photographer Gabriele Galimberti, whose portraits of Americans posing with their guns have become a hot commodity on Twitter following the shootings in Buffalo and Uvalde. Galimberti’s work, like the work of most documentarians (such as Camilo José Vergara, Chris Arnade, and Mark Laita), is consumed mainly by journalists and Bryn Mawr Ph.Ds and people who listen to NPR. As if touring the Mütter Museum, they gawk at the fascinating and pitiful and deformed specimens of humanity and wonder, “Me, oh my. How could it go so wrong?”

But piling on his subjects is unfair, Galimberti thinks:

Living in the Hate of the Common People, continued


In late December, I posted Living in the Hate of the Common People, which was inspired by the comment of an anti-Brexit Brit who said “I think we need to find a way to stop the working class from voting altogether” and also “Idiots and racists shouldn’t be able to ruin the lives of people who do well in life by voting for things they don’t understand. The problem in this country boils down to low information morons having the ability to vote.” I cited other examples of the same kind of thinking.

Yesterday, it was reported (by Veritas) that a lawyer employed by PBS had resigned after being caught saying things like it was “great” that coronavirus cases were spiking in red states because they might infect Trump voters and suggested that Republican voters should have their children put in re-education camps.

You Are a Snob


snobNo one likes a snob. He lowers his salmon-colored Financial Times to register disgust with your every-colored USA Today. Picking up his detailed Maserati Quattroporte GTS (with sport package), he sighs as you bounce into the car wash with your 2008 Honda CR-V. He lives in a better neighborhood, his kids go to a better school, and his dog is a pure-bred shipped in from an artisanal kennel in Hungary.

Being called a snob is one of the worst insults you can offer to a class-denying American. That’s why CEOs brag to their employees about flying coach, celebs hang out with sick commoners at the local children’s hospital, and multimillionaire politicians suck down corn dogs like carny folk. (Note: None of these rules apply to The Donald, for he laughs at the iron laws of political physics.)

But the dirty little secret is that everyone is a snob. Hopefully not about many things, but always about something. Wherever you fall on the income scale, there is at least one area in which you will not skimp. The F-150 driver in rural Michigan who scoffs at the fools driving Chevy pickup trucks. A self-described redneck in Kentucky who only drinks Basil Hayden’s bourbon. The stoned surfer who wouldn’t be caught dead in a Quiksilver tee.