I’m a Snob – Join Me

I’ve been called a snob based on where I live, my education, owning my own business, the way I dress, the way I speak, the way I write – you name it there is some reason that someone will use to label me with this term.


Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not offended.  Let’s be honest, I’ve been called worse, and at times I have probably deserved to be called worse but those are other stories only shared in certain company…or more company after a couple glasses of wine.


But I digress.


And before I continue let me just say this: This is quite a bit longer than my normal blog – I went on a rant.  I would say forgive me but I stand behind what I write so I honestly don’t feel the need to ask for forgiveness.  Also, I know someone needs to read this – I don’t know who but they will let me know…


Snob.  Let’s take a look at this a little more in depth.


  1. A person with an exaggerated respect for high social position who dislikes people or activities regarded as lower-class.
  2. A person who believes that their tastes in a particular area are superior to those of other people: “a wine snob”.


I am definitely not a wine or food snob.  I like wine and food but am not an expert.  And I think the weird quirk I have against mash potatoes immediately disqualifies me in any lifetime to ever be considered a food snob.


I think the snob thing is a result of three combined factors: my quirks, intolerance and my defender-ness.


I have quirks.


I don’t drink directly out of can – I always use a straw; I drink mountain dew as if it is a life sustaining force; I don’t eat mashed potatoes – ever; I normally eat a baked potato anywhere between 2-4 times a weeks for lunch; I like sarcasm, intelligence, wit, banter, different opinions fought with passion; people that challenge me; dogs but mostly big dogs as little ones are yappers that would serve better with a handle swiffering the floor; shoes with pointed toes and at least three inches on the heel; men with confidence who do not feel the need to act like a dog peeing on a tree when we go out; clients that are engaged and able to challenge me – I don’t want anyone to follow me like sheep because that would mean I’m a Sheppard and honestly I would get lost in all those robes; little humans that don’t stay long; and my music tastes range from Chris Botti to Seether – the list goes on but that’s a good sample.


I have intolerance.


I don’t like or/and don’t put up with stupidity with malice; cocky; rudeness; close-mindedness; looking down the nose arrogance; assumptions; being treated as a second thought or second class citizen; someone using their power for power’s sake instead of overall good; refusing to help because there is not direct benefit to the giver; disrespect of ones-self or others; mistreatment of animals, the weak, the elderly or children; letting others control your decisions or fate; being anything other than who you are; platform shoes; skirts that are dangerously close to exposing your hoo-ha; high-waisted anything – I am all of 5’1 ¼ ” and three feet of that is legs so anything high waisted on me looks ridiculous (yes, I measured – literally 36 inches from heel to hip); American League baseball and being anything less than who you are.  Yes, I ended that sentence with a preposition – shoot me.


I made up the word defender-ness.  I like it, it is my blog so I am rolling with it.


I know what I want, what I like and I am not afraid to voice my opinion on behalf of myself or others.  Good? Bad? I don’t define it is is who I am.  This is where I have been called worse, and yes, I am okay with it.  As long as I can look myself in the eye each night and repeat the account of my actions to my son without shame or embarrassment then I am perfectly ok.


My ex-husband hates this story but it truly is a clear example of who I am.  When we were married we often butted heads.  My ex-husband is a big 6’4 and I’m all of 5’ and not even 100 lbs so heated discussions were often a sight to see I am sure.


One day we were in the midst of a battle and the following was said; pre-apologies for the vulgarity:


Him: “Do you know what your problem is?”

Me: “Which one, I seem to have so many”

Him “You think you are big as me, you think you have balls as big as I do.”

Me: “No honey mine are bigger, they are called breasts.”


He never said that to me again.  Amazingly, almost 15 years later, divorced, and we are best of friends.  Seriously.


But my point is I am vocal and a snob about what I believe in, what I will accept and what I expect of myself.  I won’t work with a business associate if I do not respect them or their practices no matter how lucrative it would be; I won’t be in a relationship with someone who is, well just to save space, an ass; and I won’t allow myself to forget that two of the most important things in life is acceptance and giving back.


If I feel there is an injustice I will speak up.  If I feel someone has been disrespected I will speak up.  If I feel someone is out of line in how they speak or treat me I will speak up.  If my clients want to demean themselves I won’t allow it.  If my friends are in need I will be there.  If you have a dream and passion I will support it.  If you are an ass I will tell you.


I know what I want, what I like, I know what is worth fighting for and I will fight the fight.  I’m a snob like that.


I don’t judge based on background, education, situation or rearing.  I base my opinions on others as to who they are as demonstrated by their actions not their words.  How you treat yourself and others. I’m a snob like that.


That means I cut people out of my life and quite frankly do not like them.  If you are disrespectful to your spouse, children, co-workers, employees or the homeless man on the street I am done.  I’m a snob like that.


This past weekend a young man thought I was a snob based on where I live.  He ranched it up a notch as he had a couple buddies around and I’m only assuming wanted to show off a bit and called me a bitch.  I believe he assumed since I was standing alone and of small stature I would be either impressed at his bravado or too intimidated to say anything.


Wrong.  I turned around, walked up to him and looked him square in the eyes and proceeded to let him know what my thoughts were on the subject of his behavior.  The situation ended with his friends removing him from the premises.


I actually wasn’t alone.  My date was standing behind me a bit and told me later that when he heard the young man call me that he started to intervene but then saw me turn around and go into defender-ness mode.  He said he knew I had it and just sat down and watched.  Then we continued a lovely evening.


If you ask me out and are rude to the waiter, attempt to prove superiority with intelligence in a demeaning manner or neglect to remember the fact that I am a girl – I am done.  I’m a snob like that.


I refused to work for an organization or managers who were rude, disrespectful or mean.  I have great value to add and I refuse to waste it on someone who will exploit those with passion and commitment for their own gain.  I’m a snob like that.


I won’t continue a business relationship with organizations who discriminate, or whose leadership utilizes members for their own personal gain, or touts teamwork yet displays belittlement.  I’m a snob that way.


Because it has taken me a lifetime to embrace being a snob in the sense of knowing my own value and accepting nothing less from myself or anything within my life I am okay with being vocal and action oriented about it.


If that makes me a snob then I welcome you to join me with open arms.


Decide you are worth it and then go fight for what you are worth.  In your career, your personal life and within yourself.  Take that complacency train to snob world – I’ll be waiting for you to give you the grand tour.


Snob world is pretty damn good: great shoes, lively discussions, decent wine, eclectic music and an open air of gratitude.



Lisa K. McDonald, CPRW

Career Coach-Strategist

Certified Professional Resume Writer

Career Polish, Inc.



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