And I love it! Most people would a) never admit it, or b) think that this is a bad thing. Why? I may be an elitist snob, but I don’t hate other people. In fact, it is the diversity of both social, economic, and personal taste that make this world so beautiful. I just happen to like my standing and point of view better. Why is snobbery considered a negative trait?

 

I’ve mentioned to my close friends that one thing I seek in a mate is someone with class. If a women has no class, I wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole even if she was attractive. My mental needs far exceed the physical ones... mostly. And although I’m no man of high social status, I still like to live my life so that it reflects my desire to be better than I am. Don’t get me wrong, I like my life, but I believe we should all strive to be better. Snobbery is just a manifestation of the realization and impetus to be better.

 

So what brought about this admission about my snobbery? I was in a SuperCuts waiting to get a haircut. I go there because they’re open late, relatively quick, and cost little despite an unreasonably priced $15 cut (‘cause they used to be $9, then $11, then $13). What I saw in the store (not a salon by far) quickly sent me out the door. I looked at the people waiting around and at the people getting their hair cut. They were of a lower class, ugly in a redneck-ish way, and were getting terrible haircuts (by request and not a reflection of the cutting talent). One woman with her kids wanted her bangs fixed (note fixed, not removed) and just a little bit off of her trashy ass-length hair cut. The hair cutter (a young Asian woman) recommended going with a shorter cut (shoulder length), but the lady didn’t want it that short (i.e. keep it long). Maybe she swats flies with her hair, who knows! Anyway, as my eyes panned over to her kids, I noticed her son (about 10 years old, I guess) had one of those shave-everything-except-a-skunk-hawk haircuts. Obviously this woman had no class or taste. And when I looked again at the mutant people waiting for their cuts, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I walked right out before they called my name. I figured that if I had stayed and gotten my hair cut, I would have been lumped in with this crowd (and I don’t mind slumming it). And that is something I couldn’t live with. I have a reputation to maintain even if no one knows who I am. I was overcome with a sensation that the place was all wrong and that I shouldn’t ever return. No offense to SuperCuts, but they are the McDonald’s of hair care.

 

The problem now is finding a place to cut my hair. Damn!