Today’s DP Challenge.
Even the most laid back and egalitarian among us can be insufferable snobs when it comes to coffee, music, cars, beer, or any other pet obsession where things have to be just so. What are you snobbish about?
I know that it is not uncommon to be a grammar snob, but that is who I am. Maybe it’s not the grammar so much, more like the use of slang and the grasp of the English language as a whole. I can handle writing that is grammatically incorrect on purpose, say for a humorous blog post, but it frustrates me to see someone who simply cannot write or even speak correctly.
After growing up in Connecticut, I lived in Scranton, Pennsylvania for about four years. Anybody who has been to the Scranton area knows that it is a world all its own. They have their own culture and their own rules. I never felt accepted there and always felt like an outsider. I think this had a lot to do with the fact that I would visually cringe when I heard someone use their local slang. This is the first time I realized I was a Connecticut snob, and I was really ok with that. I never did fit in. My sister, on the other hand, adapted herself to belong. She married a local and has become ‘one of them’. She still lives there, 20 years later, with her husband and daughter. Every once in a while I catch her speaking in their native tongue and I say “remember where you come from.”
Years later, while working as an administrator for a small business consulting firm, the grammar snob reared her head again, this time while dealing with communications that our sales staff was sending out to clients. Our VP felt we were losing business due the grammatically horrendous emails that were being written. It was due to my inner snob and the changes that I initiated because of it, that I was promoted to operations manager and presentation designer.
Fast forward a few more years. After finally being convinced to attempt online dating, I started to peruse men’s profiles. My mother would laugh at me because I wouldn’t even initiate conversations with men who had profiles filled with grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. She told me that I had too many rules and that I was being picky. I think she saw the genius in my snobbery when I met Michael. This grammar snob is now married to a writer and a communications director. It’s nice to have someone who understands me, especially now that we live in the south. I think we both have learned that this culture, much like Scranton, has a language of its own. I am much better with the visual cringes to the outside world, but my husband understands when I discuss my cringe-worthy moments in private. We can be closeted grammar snobs together.
I have found that being a snob doesn’t always have to be as bad as it sounds. Being a snob has helped me live up to my own standards over the years, it has helped me in the corporate world, heck, it even helped me meet my soul mate. So, I am a snob. I wouldn’t want it any other way.