43 Times People Ran Into Snobbiness In The Wild - And Had To Share

I think it's weird when people are verbally mean about small dogs. I had a pomchi, aggressive little guy but he was making great progress. Loved him. My parents felt inclined to call him a rat dog, useless, blah blah blah.my mom called him a rat dog in a group chat and I told her not to because it's rude. I don't go around saying the rottie is a baby killer. I didn't get very long with him, lost him to parvo. It just makes me sad that for the short time they knew him they called him names. Rip Chauncey I miss you. The last walk we went on before he got sick he didn't bark at anybody and I was so proud.

My friend got a PhD at the same time I got my BA and my parents and grandfather hosted a graduation party to which PhD friend and his mother were invited.

At this party (at my grandfather’s house, he lived in the university city) I met PhD friend’s mother for the first time and I mentioned that we were all very proud of friend.

“*You’re* proud of friend?!” she sneered at me, with an air of absolute contempt. It took me a moment to understand that she thought I, a mere friend, didn’t have the right to be proud of PhD friend’s achievement. That was reserved for her, the family member.

My mother kept a meticulous house. Once when we had visited with one of my aunts (a SIL to my mom), my mother with disdain informed me that my aunt had a "cleaning lady" like it was the most shameful thing any woman could do!

Door County WI. lol.

For real, my husband and I are fairly well off and we were staying in a hotel. This couple seemed nice enough at first. However, we didn’t own a lake island (no freaking joke) and this guy was like “you don’t know what you’re missing out on”

Yeah ok, I’ll go casually buy an island. Thanks man.

It was such a weird thing to be snobby about.

I was 8 miles in on a strenuous part of the AT in my preferred hiking sandals. They're made for hiking, they're insanely grippy, and I can just careen through streams and other water crossings like it's nothing. I love them, and they're great for temperate rainforests like where I live. An AT thru-hiker stopped me and asked 'are you seriously hiking in sandals? Gross. Can you even hike in those?' I just stopped and looked around. Girl, I am in the exact same place you are. I don't get it.

My husband’s brother’s wife (my SIL) loves to tell me how SHE “got the pick of the litter.” Um, ok? Obviously I disagree but I just stare at her blankly every time. She still hasn’t gotten the hint so maybe next time I’ll respond, “I’m surprised you feel comfortable saying that out loud to me.” The brother is a lovely human who married a miserable woman.

I sent a pic of my new bedroom to a friend bc she asked to see it. “No sheets on your bed?” I had just moved in and was getting everything set up. She brought up me having no sheets on my bed for a long time after. That was weird. We aren’t friends anymore for multiple reasons but I still sometimes hear “No sheets on the bed?” in my head haha.

I'm bilingual. Spanish is my mother tongue. I was born in Argentina and hold Italian citizenship, from my Italian great grandparents. I currently live in the UK.

I was in Valencia, Spain, last December. At the airport, I handed my Italian passport to the woman at the airline desk, and she asked me, in Italian, how many pieces of luggage I was checking in. I replied in Spanish (I did understand the question, Italian and Spanish are similar after all) and she replied in Italian "what, you don't speak Italian?" while waving my Italian passport at me and shaking her head. You know.. the Spanish woman I was speaking Spanish to

I was explaining what happened to my British husband, who was there but kind of missed what happened. Basically, I was language shamed 😄.

I get that snobbery a lot for some of my choices.

Second hand shopping. I buy just about everything second hand. Saves money, reduces waste and my entire house has a very distinct vintage vibe. Pretty hard to buy “new” vintage. I also make money from it and in the first ten years in my house it paid the mortgage, so I could use my day job to pay off student loans and a car loan.

Still got a lot of the ick reaction from people who would never consider used things.

Along the same lines. My house is a colourful eclectic zone without anything truly matching or what most would consider mainstream. I’m also in my 40’s so I sometimes get the reaction of its a fun vibe but not the expected adult neutral staged look most people seem to aspire to.

Again to each their own. I love it and never judge other people’s homes but unfortunately I don’t always get that back.

I also don’t use social media outside of Reddit or drink (never have) So many people have such strong reactions to those two things alone. It’s absolutely nuts have passionate people get about your life choices that have absolutely no bearing on their life.

Snobs in any of my hobbies is always strange. Like, aren't we here to have genuine fun? I think the weirdest was when I tried to get into telescopes. I was on a budget (especially as a college student) and I said I wouldn't mind a few quirks in my first telescope. Was swiftly told "no, you do mind, buy an expensive one". Sigh.

My sister makes a career out of being a snob (I don't talk to her anymore). She was talking about watching a movie in the theater with her friends. When the love scene came on, she got emotional and cried. She looked over at her friends, who were dry-eyed. She said "I'm not going to a movie with them ever again." Because she was superior to them, you know. I saw the same movie and didn't cry, either. The love scene really wasn't that romantic IMO.

I was in a cigar/tobacco shop in a college town. It was not a “smoke shop” but a proper cigars and pipe tobacco only shop.

I was waiting to be helped while a group of 3 college aged kids were asking the man behind the counter, “what’s the difference between these two tobaccos?”

To which the man behind the counter responded with a tight lipped smile, “now how would you describe the difference between the delicate flavors of a T-Bone steak and a buttered lobster tail to say…an Amazonian wild person?”

The translation of this being: how the f**k can I explain the difference between two things that you could never understand?

I did not come back to that place again.

When I was in England a woman asked me where my accent was from and I explained I'm Australian.
She replied, "Well none of us can help where we are born dear".
Ouch and ouch again..😁.

My step grandmother was kinda horrible.
I'm not even sure it's snobbery or her just being a B. No one in my family liked her, except my grandfather.

Whenever my grandfather and her would take me out for an excursion she was always making little comments about stuff.

At a craft fair, she would say how pretty a crochet blanket was, but how she was sure she could do it better. She did this everywhere she went. Little comments that what others did or had wasn't up to her standards.

She was one of those people who has their entire house covered in plastic. Couch, chairs, runners down the hallway.

She once told me to be super careful and not step off the plastic runner in the hallway because it kept her carpet clean. Um am I that dirty?

I looked down and there was maybe an inch of carpet on either side.

My ten year old self really wanted to walk down the hall sideways hugging the wall like I was trying to edge myself along the ledge of a building just so I could step on that inch of exposed carpet.

She was a really snobby hateful person. I know one of her children didn't even like being around her and didn't go to her funeral.

When I was in college, we got assigned partners for a project. The girl I was supposed to be paired with refused to work with me because I was a “GDI” which I later learned stood for God dammed independent meaning I wasn’t part of a fraternity.

I have narcissistic middle class conservative white Southern parents. Ask me what I haven't been snubbed over, lol.

Maybe the time they gave me c**p about eating sushi. Yes, generally considered a fancier dish to some people, but to them eating something raw is disgusting. They will burn their burgers. I got the evil eye that entire meal.

The strangest snobbery I encountered was someone commenting about another person saying that he probably buys his socks in threes. I didn't realise you needed to buy individual sock pairs or you were as common as muck apparently.

Back around 2000-2004, I did a lot of paintings/illustrations and even sold a lot of them on ebay. At the time I was in my 20s. I had a couple people say things like, "Oh, my 6 year old loves to draw, too." when they found this out about me.

I am used to car snobbery. At least if I was driving a junker around I could understand it better. I managed to purchase a nearly pristine condition 25 year old Lexus. It had only 20k miles on it. The condition was incredible with nothing but some miner wear on the leather seats, otherwise perfect. The gal I was dating refused to be seen in the car simply because it was old. Really? A perfect condition 25 year old car is embarrassing? OK, pretty shallow but whatever.

Snobbery is awful here in the UK and anything will be seen as lower class if you put your mind to it! The most unusual thing I’ve seen is window snobbery - some people here see plastic window frames as tacky.