What is it about you that would cause someone to call you "stuck up"?

I’m finicky. I prefer organic, whole foods. My palate is refined. I also care bout my digestion and my brain. I refuse to fill myself with crap. In my locale that can be taken as snobbery if not handled appropriately.

I also can’t eat certain things that will trigger a migraine or has sulfides. People often take that “wrong” even if it’s stated with tact & politeness.

EX: I won’t eat bratwurst at a backyard cookout…even if it’s all they’re serving.

I am very picky about my bed sheets. Minimum 600 thread count Egyptian cotton or nothing at all. And they have to be tightly tucked in too! ;)

@SpatzieLover I can relate. I think one day when I’m wealthy, I’ll be a major food snob. GA

Now that I’m thinking about it, I have a lot of quirks that some might view as “stuck up.”

@Cruiser I am also very specific about my bedding. I don’t care about thread count or anything like that, but it absolutely must be 100% cotton.

I’m also a big cheese snob…no processed cheeses for me! I’ve been that way since I was a kid. I didn’t even like American cheese, which is essentially a kid staple. I made my parents get meunster instead.

Because I am very allergic to a lot of things, I burn extremely easily, and (as @JilltheTooth’s thread mentions) I attract bugs like no other, I don’t like to be outside for too long, I can’t sit down on grass, etc. Some people view this is me being dramatic and prissy, but as unfortunate as it is, I legitimately can’t do these things.

Finally, I have a thing about used clothes. It just feels sort of unsanitary to me. I’m working on getting over this, though, because I really love vintage clothing.

There is barely an unnatural fiber that I own, aside from the Thinsulate™ in my snow boots and winter gloves and the polyester lining of my down winter coat.

There’s lots of processed foods that I won’t eat.

There’s a lot of cultural stuff that doesn’t appeal to me on the more popular side, and some of my younger relatives have taken this the wrong way and have decided that I’m a snob. ::shrugs::

I like big, comfortable beds. Go camping? Sleep in a tent on the ground? Fuck no.

Err, other than the state I get myself in attempting to wrap christmas/birthday presents, nothing really.
Which is a little disappointing actually, but there you go.

Since it would probably take an hour to type everything that makes me stuck up, I’ll just mention a couple…

I don’t like to go to most restaurants because of the extremely high sodium content and the fact that most of the food served at restaurants is only good for clogging up your intestines.
I’m not the stereotypical 22 year old Black girl. Apparently, this upsets a lot of people.
And finally, I don’t want kids, and you cannot change my mind about that. I don’t care how many Bible verses and how much “Oh, but children are so wonderful!” you throw at me. It’s not happening.

Nothing, I hope.

I come from a wealthy family and sometimes that fact alone is enough to make people think I’m “stuck up”, which is unfortunate, but that’s how it goes. I also like some expensive clothing every now and then, brands that are known for that, and that could make people think I’m stuck up as well.

Something that I actually am a little snobby about is music. I listen to a lot of classical music and I tend to think a little less of people who claim they “hate” it or refuse to look into it.

I don’t swim in the ocean unless it’s in the Caribbean. I’ve only seen dirty oceans in the U.S. lol.

I think.

I roll my eyes.

My accent. If a person were to hear me talk for the first time, they’d think I’m a stuck up, spoilt brat.Quite far from the truth really. I talk like the posh people in London, whereas I’m not from a posh family at all. I’ve ate some crap food without complaining, slept on a the floor for nights on end and don’t mind getting my hands dirty.

Not much at all.. I’m not convinced that just being particular is what it is to be “stuck up.” One can appreciate the the nicer things in life without having a bug up their ass.

I come across to a lot of people as an arrogant jerk aka douche bag via appearing to be heartless cruel and full of pride. Really, I try to filter the amount of friends I have to simply those who know it’s a facade, though occasionally one of the oblivious fools catch me being nice and gentle.

I can be very aloof with strangers. I am sure that has been mistaken for “stuck up” before.

My speaking vocabulary. I swear I’m not trying to use a big word when a little one will do, it just happens. My friends make fun of me for it, but strangers might write me off as some sort of snob because of it.