A snob, yet ever attentive
Announcement unrealated to general theme of post: 10(ish) paragraphs are all that stand between me and the end of the semester. WhoHoo! I thought, for a few fleeting moments, that this final paper would actually kill me. But it has not, and I will prevail. So there!
In other school-type news, I have been sorted! Ravenclaw is my very own house at Hogwarts. This is not really a surprise. I'm all about intelligence and smart people, I'm a bit of a snob and if Cho were a real person and I was 7 years younger, we'd be friends.
In other school-type news, I have been sorted! Ravenclaw is my very own house at Hogwarts. This is not really a surprise. I'm all about intelligence and smart people, I'm a bit of a snob and if Cho were a real person and I was 7 years younger, we'd be friends.
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So. Some thoughts on snobbery:
1. somebody who admires and cultivates relationships with those considered socially superior, and disdains those considered inferior
2. somebody who looks down on people considered to have inferior knowledge or tastes
This term has (jokingly) entered into my definition of self recently. I don't think about the social benefits of the relationships I "cultivate" (what a snobby definiation!), and I rarely feel disdain for anyone (except maybe that kid who insisted on hugging me when he was drunk. Not Cool!), so no big time snob am I. However, I do find my propensity to have heightened expectations of myself and the company I choose to keep has begun to interfere with the day to day doings of my life.
I have recently discovered Rachel Ray's line of cookbooks, her ubiquitous presense on the Food Channel and her blitz of the media (Oprah, CBS Sunday Morning, Slade, etc.). And, while every "foodie in training" bone in my body cries out against her use of ketchup and annoying terms like EVOO (extra virgin olive oil), I find I am quite smitten. While I would love to have a $50,000 kitchen, a farmers' market around the corner, and a cast for friends whose sole purpose in life is to ensure that whatever feast I'm preparing goes off without a hitch, this is simply not my life. Rachel Ray seems to understand that. Her recipies are simple, affordable, and reminiscent of my father's culinary style-- homemade and uber-yummy. So, while Nigela and the Contessa will always have a place in my heart, Rachel's finding a place next to my stove. Snobbery: 0. Katharine: 1.
I've caught the travel bug again. A part of me is very ready to head to the nearest airport and buy the next ticket to Europe I can afford (which, would be no ticket to Europe, but the day dreams are helping a bit). Even I sometimes forget that there was a time I left everyone I love and everything I know to adventure abroad in new and exciting places. I want to go back. I want to go somewhere new. And I want to do it as a traveler rather than a tourist. Snobbery: 1/2. Katharine: 1 1/2.
So, snobbery is not winning; I am. And I have the pollyanna attitude and deep belief in socialism to combat it and win. But, there are places I want to see and things I want to do and tenants I cling to that are truly, according to some, the definition of snobbery. And that's okay, cause those who think so aren't worth my time.
Just kidding :).
Actually, come to think of it. Mason is the definition of a snob. He only maked advantagious friendships (at least I assume he does, I don't know that he actually has friends) and disdains those he considers inferior to him (namely, me).
1. somebody who admires and cultivates relationships with those considered socially superior, and disdains those considered inferior
2. somebody who looks down on people considered to have inferior knowledge or tastes
This term has (jokingly) entered into my definition of self recently. I don't think about the social benefits of the relationships I "cultivate" (what a snobby definiation!), and I rarely feel disdain for anyone (except maybe that kid who insisted on hugging me when he was drunk. Not Cool!), so no big time snob am I. However, I do find my propensity to have heightened expectations of myself and the company I choose to keep has begun to interfere with the day to day doings of my life.
I have recently discovered Rachel Ray's line of cookbooks, her ubiquitous presense on the Food Channel and her blitz of the media (Oprah, CBS Sunday Morning, Slade, etc.). And, while every "foodie in training" bone in my body cries out against her use of ketchup and annoying terms like EVOO (extra virgin olive oil), I find I am quite smitten. While I would love to have a $50,000 kitchen, a farmers' market around the corner, and a cast for friends whose sole purpose in life is to ensure that whatever feast I'm preparing goes off without a hitch, this is simply not my life. Rachel Ray seems to understand that. Her recipies are simple, affordable, and reminiscent of my father's culinary style-- homemade and uber-yummy. So, while Nigela and the Contessa will always have a place in my heart, Rachel's finding a place next to my stove. Snobbery: 0. Katharine: 1.
I've caught the travel bug again. A part of me is very ready to head to the nearest airport and buy the next ticket to Europe I can afford (which, would be no ticket to Europe, but the day dreams are helping a bit). Even I sometimes forget that there was a time I left everyone I love and everything I know to adventure abroad in new and exciting places. I want to go back. I want to go somewhere new. And I want to do it as a traveler rather than a tourist. Snobbery: 1/2. Katharine: 1 1/2.
So, snobbery is not winning; I am. And I have the pollyanna attitude and deep belief in socialism to combat it and win. But, there are places I want to see and things I want to do and tenants I cling to that are truly, according to some, the definition of snobbery. And that's okay, cause those who think so aren't worth my time.
Just kidding :).
Actually, come to think of it. Mason is the definition of a snob. He only maked advantagious friendships (at least I assume he does, I don't know that he actually has friends) and disdains those he considers inferior to him (namely, me).
posted by Katharine at
8:02 AM
3 Comments:
I think I'm a loveable snob which, in itself, seems like an oxymoron.
Also, I think Honors kids are bred to be snobs, which makes everyone expect us to be snobs, which is one of the reasons we are snobs, which is why we were always slightly ostracized.
i must be super bored. i did the hogwarts quiz.
it put me in slytherin. apparently, i am not cool enough to be in ravenclaw :-p
I'm a snob because I talk of the side of my mouth. My mom said so.
Also, my left-side dominant mouth is generally delivering vicious yet wholly delicious verbal barbs aimed at others.
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