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another day, another stealth email from cubicle-land.

Reasons Why I Am 'Elitist'


- I write on French paper with Japanese pens. Clairefontaine paper, chez
excellent - I am converted.
- I love foreign food. Sooner or later, it's all foreign.
- I enjoy reading banned books.
- American isn't my mother tongue.
- I don't drink beer.
- I don't particularly fear God. Or use Him as a threat to do my bidding.
I generally believe my sheer awesomeness inspires people to do my bidding.
- I prefer subtitles over dubnoises.
- I was born in New York and raised in Southern California.
- I've lived abroad.
- I prefer to think things out rather than to go with my 'gut' instinct.
I leave that to choose what color shoes I'm buying.
- I don't think small towns are inherently superior *or* inferior to
large cities. And I don't believe in the pedestal of a mythical heartland.
People can be assholes *anywhere*. People can also be amazing. People
just are.
- I'm not impressed by stupid. Certainly not as a bandwagon movement.
- The Romans also said, "We're Number one!"
- My uterus and any possible occupants of it are my business, not yours.
Get out of the way!
- I can name seven periodicals and books I have read in the past three
days.
- I can admit to when I'm being condescending.
- I don't drop my 'g's like it's garnish. ESL beat that out of me.
- Well, metaphorically.
- And I love frozen yogurt. I loved frozen yogurt before any of this
Pinkberry crap.

So, flist. How are you *elitist*?

("You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it
means.")