A guy I work with made a face at me on the elevator today. He's a nice guy, and the face wasn't really directed at me, but rather at a suggestion I made. You know those information screens they have in elevators now (and food courts and gas stations and everywhere else you don't want to be bothered)? Well this one was playing an advertisement for the Avengers, and when I casually asked him if he planned on seeing it, the face came out. It was kind of like, "what, are you crazy? I'm a grown man. I'm not going to waste my time on a stupid movie like that."
I let it go. Mostly. I kind of shrugged and told him that I was definitely going to see it, because I see all those kinds of movies. And guess what dude? I love 'em.
You never know where you might run into that kind of weird elitism. The other day I was at Target with my son, sitting in their little cafe area sharing a pretzel. A woman and her young daughter sat down near us and started chatting. I don't know why--if you saw me you wouldn't think I'm the talkative type. But there we were talking when somehow the subject turned to books. Being a fantasy writer, I'm always on guard for the snobs. So I told her I was an author, and she lit up with excitement (as the uninitiated often do), and I knew I was in trouble. Naturally she asked what I write, and when I answered her face fell. "I write fantasy novels." That was all she had to hear. Conversation over.
But I answered her with a smile. You know why? Because screw her, that's why.