Thursday, June 29, 2006

On being a snob

Accusations of snobbery have been hurled my way in the past, and yes, they are frequently justified. I have come to truly appreciate the slither of 330 thread count sateen-finished sheets against my skin; the taste of reverse-osmosis filtered water instead of iron-laden dreck from the well; the whisper of lavender teasing my nose during a bath instead of chemical scents overwhelming it; so yes, I am undoubtedly to some extent a snob.

This is never clearer to me than when I listen to wine advertisements on the radio. First of all, if the wine's that great, the waiter will recommend it in the restaurant or the clerk will recommend it in the store. Second, to the ad agency behind the ads for Frontera wine: those background singers intoning "Frontera" just makes me think of the Simpsons' episode with the rolling, exploding SUV, where the background singers chant "Canyonero" while it goes *BLAM* (not exactly a stellar association for a wine). Frankly, any wine with singers makes me think of the radio ads in my high school years for Canei wine. "Canei? Yes, you can!" Possibly even sweeter than Boone's Farm, Canei white was a staple of high school parties, screw top convenience and all.

Equally irritating are the radio commercials for the Ohio winery which claims, "We bottle perfect days." Evidently you also bottle Hallmark cards, then drink them and spew them out at the public. Granted, there are a few spots on the shores of Lake Erie where someone can enjoy the summer sunshine, but it's easier to do that if you haven't got ninety-gazillion clich├ęs romping around in your brain.

If given a choice, I will stick with my fancy sheets, my fancy bath products, my bottled water and my unadvertised Ohio wines. Sometimes, it's okay to be a snob.

10 comments:

Canuck Girl said...

I must admit that Ohio is not a place I associate with great wines...

Jammies said...

Not great ones, but there are some good ones.

Snicker said...

I never thought of you as a snob.

I have thought of you as a teensy bit spoiled, and with mostly* discriminating tastes.





*I will explain that mostly part privately so as not to embarrass you.

Jammies said...

It's okay. We're all friends here, it's okay to say I have horrible taste in men. *grin*

Snicker said...

Ok, your taste in Men blows chunks. But I wuvs you anyway.

Anonymous said...

ahem - i happens to finks her taste in men is just fine, thank you very much (da guy she dragged to the wedding...)

as far as a great place for wine - NW PA :) i'm a liquid refreshment snob too - microbrew beer on the few occasions i drink it, and Coca Cola for everything else.....

your drinkin correspondent in Eerie, PA

Jammies said...

It's not my taste in men friends that's awful, Mike, it's my taste in boyfiends. *grin* Typo intentional. ;-)

the ghost of Orson Welles said...

we shall sell no wine, before its time....

Mike from Eerie, PA said...

maybe you try to hard?

Anonymous said...

Actually I'd like to find this Canei commercial again, the song wasn't bad, smooth and mellow Canei wine, can I? Any time" in the 80s. If you have an idea how to get hold of that let me know please!