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“We named the bar The Bar. "People will think we're ironic instead of creatively bankrupt," my sister reasoned.
Yes, we thought we were being clever New Yorkers - that the name was a joke no one else would really get, like we did. Not meta-get ... But our first customer, a gray-haired woman in bifocals and a pink jogging suit, said, "I like the name. Like in Breakfast at Tiffany's and Audrey Hepburn's cat was named Cat.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“You must not judge hastily or vulgarly of Snobs: to do so shows that you are yourself a Snob.”
― William Makepeace Thackeray, The Book of Snobs

“When I was in London in 2008, I spent a couple hours hanging out at a pub with a couple of blokes who were drinking away the afternoon in preparation for going to that evening's Arsenal game/riot. Take away their Cockney accents, and these working-class guys might as well have been a couple of Bubbas gearing up for the Alabama-Auburn game. They were, in a phrase, British rednecks. And this is who soccer fans are, everywhere in the world except among the college-educated American elite. In Rio or Rome, the soccer fan is a Regular José or a Regular Giuseppe. [...] By contrast, if an American is that kind of Regular Joe, he doesn't watch soccer. He watches the NFL or bass fishing tournaments or Ultimate Fighting. In an American context, avid soccer fandom is almost exclusively located among two groups of people (a) foreigners—God bless 'em—and (b) pretentious yuppie snobs. Which is to say, conservatives don't hate soccer because we hate brown people. We hate soccer because we hate liberals.”
― Robert Stacy McCain

“When people lack true culture or are devoid of innovative ideas, they speak about wine, various brands of alcoholic beverages, or the quality of soap.”
― Dimitris Mita

“Contrary to general belief, an artist is never ahead of his [sic!] time but most people are far behind theirs.”
― Edgard Varèse

“She also keeps talking about the Billie Holiday record she bought for me. And she says she wants to expose me to all these great things. And to tell you the truth, I don't really want to be exposed to all these great things if it means that I'll have to listen to Mary Elizabeth talk about all the great things she exposed me to all the time. It almost feels like of the three things involved: Mary Elizabeth, me, and the great things, only the first one matters to Mary Elizabeth. I don't understand that. I would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they would always know that I gave it to them.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“She belonged to that rare and objectionable species, the intellectual snob devoid of intellect.”
― Nancy Mitford, Christmas Pudding

“The true snob never rests; there is always a higher goal to attain, and there are, by the same token, always more and more people to look down upon.”
― Russell Lynes

“In an age when mass pleasures like television are becoming more feeble and homogeneous, the very act of discrimination becomes a form of protest. At a time when mass marketing of food produces a product so disgusting that it has to be wrapped in distracting gimmicks to be sold, the mere fact of paying attention to what you eat and drink and telling the truth about taste is a revolutionary act.”
― Lynn Hoffman

“I had never thought much of genealogy. A lot of wasted time collecting the names of the dead. Then stringing those names, like skulls upon a wire, into an entirely private and thus irrelevant narrative, lacking any historical significance. The narcissistic pastime of nostalgic bores.”
― Joshua Ferris, To Rise Again at a Decent Hour

“A highbrow is the kind of person who looks at a sausage and thinks of Picasso.”
― A.P. Herbert, Uncommon Law: Being 66 Misleading Cases Revised and Collected in One Volume

“My theory was that if you spent such a big portion of your life being a snob, you were not allowed to be surprised when people start wishing you dead.”
― Chrissy Moon, DayDreamer

“Poetry, Shakespeare and opera, are like mumps and should be caught when young. In the unhappy event that there is a postponement to mature years, the results may be devastating.”
― Dimitris Mita

“ 'Venti caramel macchiato, please,' he said. 'Hold the snobbery.'

The barista laughed and hit buttons on his register. 'You sure? We're having a sale on social mobility. The longer your coffee order takes to place, the more you have to pay.'

'Perfect. Reverse consumerism.' ”
― S.W. Vaughn, Skin Deep

“Every category has its snobs: music, books, movies. There are so many things a man is only pressured into liking or disliking.”
― Criss Jami, Healology

“Rich girls never left something expensive on the ground, unless they’d been the one to toss it there.”
― Katharine McGee, The Dazzling Heights

“Lila walked by with her nose in the air. In a straight line behind her, six obedient kindergartners waddled like baby geese, singing in unison, 'Row, row, row your yacht...”
― Francine Pascal, The Boyfriend War

“The ideal of a well-stocked mind aiming at excellence in all walks of life has been replaced by the dream of a well-stocked wine cellar, the cellar now being a specially made wine cooler strategically placed in one’s house, to be viewed by even the most unobservant visitor.”
― Dimitris Mita

“Por más que pienso no logro entender cuál es la fascinación en observar cuadros de personas redondamente obesas y coloridas y curiosas. Creo que tanto color en sus obras es sinónimo de falta de creatividad. No veo más que payasos cuando observo esos cuadros y, francamente, no sé cuál sea su objetivo ni mensaje ni razón de ser. Inclusive lo veo como una burla, como si se estuviera mofando de la parte de El Arte que siempre termina siendo comercial y popular. Odio cuando pasa eso. Odio cuando un pendejo se pone a escupir en hojas blancas y de repente dice que sólo porque es una jalada que a otra persona no se le había ocurrido antes hacer, sólo por eso, ya es una obra de arte que vale un Marisse. Y se me hace patética esa parte, la parte en que el imbécil que hizo eso se vuelve la revelación del año y todos empiezan a hablar de él y termina siendo hasta el host en los Óscares aún cuando su rama no tenga nada que ver con el cine. El mundo está lleno de pendejos. El mundo está lleno de gente patética y por más que pienso, no entiendo por qué la gente no deja de hacer más gente y ya. Por qué no paran esta producción en masa de gente-pendeja más pendeja and so on. En serio: hay muchas cosas que la gente hace que simplemente no entiendo. Por ejemplo, un güey que estaba en la esquina pidiendo limosna, que no tenía piernas y que igual y ni nombre, él ¿por qué no mejor se avienta a la calle para que un pinche taxi lo atropelle y ya deje de sufrir y se largue a la chingada de este mundo que no hace más que burlarse en su cara de lo triste e infeliz que es su vida? No me digas que él tiene algo por qué vivir. Bueno, el homeless ese no me importa. Me importa lo que decía, de cómo se puede contaminar la esencia del arte y su razón de existir por imbéciles como esos. O también por los pinches posers que los apoyan. Porque si no fuera por esos, los otros no existirían. Pero ahí toda la gente: a aplaudir esculturas que no entienden y lienzos que no transmiten sentimiento alguno. O esos que son fanáticos de lo experimental: un obeso de cincuenta y dos años que, como no tenía nada que hacer, empezó a tomarse fotos desnudo y le gustaron tanto que las reveló y un enfermo sexual las vio y se excitó y se las compró y las subastó y ya por eso se convirtió en un artista. Y todos lo aplauden, hasta yo, pero por los huevos de atreverse a mostrar su antiestético y marginal cuerpo al mundo, como si no tuviéramos suficiente con las imágenes desgradables que tenemos qu e ver en el día a día. Por eso me cae tan bien Andy y por eso admiro su trabajo: porque me entiende. Es el único que ha logrado burlarse de la cultura y de esa adicción de la gente por admirar estupideces. Es el único que lo hace abierta y descaradamente, sin necesidad de aparentar. Se burla de una manera tan bizarra, tan baja, tan directa, que lo convierte en elegante. Y es que es una necesidad interna de la gente —de toda la genteâ€� por admirar a algo, a alguien, que raya en lo rídiculo. La gente puede ser fan hasta de un poste. ¿A qué se deberá eso de tener esa urgencia por alabar a alguien, sea quien sea? De comprar revistas con chismes de gente que no conocen y de vidas que nunca se cruzarán. De perseguir perfectos desconocidos y comprar su ropa interior en subastas por cantidades estúpidas de dinero. No puedo evitar sentir pena ajena. La mayor parte del tiempo me da mucha pena el mundo en el que vivimos. Ya está viejo, le hace falta una remodelación —de tapiz, de muebles, de personajesâ€�. Por eso digo que es mejor vivir afuera de él. Pero bueno, la gente nunca va a cambiar. Eso es lo que pienso, si tanto te importaba saber lo que pienso.”
― Gisela Leal, El club de los abandonados

“Three layers. Chocolate. Lemon. Pink champagne. The bride wanted lemons grown only in Sorrento. The groom claimed that chocolate made anywhere but Bruges was a waste of cacao. They both refused to consider any champagne but that of a bespoke label that produced only two hundred bottles of that variety a year, most of which were presold to a man in Chicago who, like most multimillionaires, didn't share his toys.”
― Lucy Parker, Battle Royal

“There is no blue collar, no white collar, just honor. And honor is defined by character not collar.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Amantes Assemble: 100 Sonnets of Servant Sultans

“Do you know who I am (The Sonnet)

Oh, so many times have I heard,
Do you know who I am!
So today when I travel places,
I walk around as a total lamb!
There's an immense relief,
In not flashing my name.
Windbags make all the noise,
Beings with character stay inane.
Be an elephant, strong yet gentle,
You observe more by being a dumbbell.
Blow your top when it's really needed,
Otherwise, be good people among the people.
All roads lead to people, not to mythical Rome.
Names aloof from people have no living role.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Ingan Impossible: Handbook of Hatebusting

“There is not one, but two society. One is snobbish, narcissistic and judgmental to the bone. Another is too hungry to judge anyone. If we must serve, let us be servant to the society that nobody cares about, and to hell with the society that everybody tries to impress and wants to be a part of.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Ingan Impossible: Handbook of Hatebusting

“Leave the pedestals for the stuffed animals. You for one, take the ground. Take the ground, work the ground, live the ground, and lift the ground.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Ingan Impossible: Handbook of Hatebusting

“Society that measures social justice by social media trend, is nothing but a bunch of hypocritical, bottom-licking ding-a-ling.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Himalayan Sonneteer: 100 Sonnets of Unsubmission

“Sonnet 1178

Five little rich tourists sink in a sub,
Wallets open without limit on a search-n-rescue op.
A 1000 migrants die each year tryna cross the sea,
Borders tighten in sheer fear with no show of mercy.

People are only worth saving
if their savings is super healthy.
50 Shades would be a Hitchcock film
if the sicko had no money.

Empathy is a far cry, life is never the issue.
While next-door-neighbor cries of hunger,
Netflix wets more tissue.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Visvavictor: Kanima Akiyor Kainat