I grew up in an environment where it was difficult for me to be a snob even if I wanted to.
I was a scholarship student at a private boys' school and then at Yale. I suppose this gave me the opportunity to have snobbish feelings toward people who didn't get to breathe the air of such places, but I was mainly aware of my low rung on the ladder. There were people who simply belonged there and people who had managed to scratch out a place there, and I was the latter sort. My son, however, insists that I am a snob even as I profess all kinds of nice liberal Democratic beliefs about the equality of everybody. "You don't like people who don't read and talk about ideas," he says. "You look down on people you don't think are very smart." Maybe. But is that snobbery or a preference for a certain kind of person who has interests comparable to one's own? Also, go Packers! Leave your comments below, e-mail email@example.com or Tweet us @wnprcolin.