Badass snobbery - not quite

We all do it. More than anyone in the world, I'm guilty. My cousin tells me almost every other day that I'm a difficult person to impress. She's right. I'm a hard, tough, unimpressed bitchface who thinks very little of people who do not pull their weight, or do their part. I scoff at wannabe writers because I think the English language is a gorgeous and complex thing to be cherished - not destroyed. I am, in essence, Professor Henry Higgins - with a vagina.

I'm neither perfect nor always right, however. As much as I am loathe to admit it, and by George, I -am- loathe to admit it, I make mistakes. Hell, I mis-spelt 'reading' (rheading, what the heck) this morning while updating a status on Facebook. Truth is, I'm like any other person - only I read, and I read a lot. AND I make sure what I read is absorbed into my head, so that the next time I apply pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard, as it were) I know what is right and what is wrong.

I'm also a snob in one other way. I absolutely hate when I love something obscure, and then suddenly some big-shot Hollywood director makes a movie, and then suddenly everyone thinks they like it. Call it snobbery of the highest form if you will, but I detest the idea of people thinking, "Oh, ima like this song because the lyrics are so damn emo and they make me sound cool! Ima slit my wrists nao."

Oh, you say that in front of me, and you will witness the birth of a raging demon.

That, good sir, is snobbery. I'm a snob and I heartily admit it. Is it badass, though?

I demur.

That's not badass snobbery, that's just plain ol', 'I'm better than you', don't listen to my music and taint it with your emo, don't read my books and taint it with your stupid, snobbery.

And that has to stop. So today, I am putting aside my snobbery. You want to listen to Mumford and Sons? Do it. You want to listen to Damien Rice? Sure. I'm zen. I can take it. You want to read all of Jane Austen's books, even the most obscure ones, and talk Emma with me? Oh, by all means. Because today, I realise that literature, music, and everything beautiful about art belongs to all of us. Even those of us who don't know better.

...just, please, for the love of all that is gorgeous, don't PRETEND you know, if you don't. That's a completely different story, and will earn you a fuzzy pink slipper in-the-face.

...and on that note, over. *flails*