Everyone has a right to privacy. My definition of privacy must,..I guess,..become a little more private.
Yet,..a snob is still a snob is still a snob. The most common thing that snobs have in common is that they don't like being called what they really are...which is what they are..."snobs." Anyone,..who does not meet their standards..is unworthy of their august company.
There are certain times,..considering some of the snobs..in real life,.that i know,..and some of the snobs,..that I have met on the net,..that I am glad ..that certain types of snobs are so self-contained. And,..they can be put in their palces.
Bill once took a course in Ornithology,..the study of birds. It was reputed to a difficult course and everyone, who had taken it before him, warned him that the course was hard and that the professor was a real "ditz!' Bill, needing the credit hours and really liking "birding," took the course anyway. The prof threw exam after exam at the students. Bill "aced'" everything that the "ditz" could dish out at him and the rest of the class.
Finally,..in preparation for the big "final" at the end of the semester,...the professor told William and the other students that they should study everything that he had given them for the whole semester as he would and could chose "anything" to test them on. Bill studied everything..bird calls,..feather patterns,..natural coloration,..migratory patterns,..even the different types of air lift that bird wings have, starting with the chicken and ostrich and working his way down to the humming bird.
Bill spent almost two weeks studying for that final. He walked into the class room on the day of the test and found fifty trays of dead birds, set out for the students to identify. The catch was that the entire bird in each tray was covered up except for the birds' legs and feet. The "ditz's" students were going to have to be able to indentify fifty birds..by knowing what their legs and feet looked like.
After the torture,..I mean the test,..was over,..Bill,..in a fit of anger,..walked up to the professor and said angrily,.."You really get off on "student torture,"..don't you? That was not a "birding" test! That was the inquisition!!"
The "ditz' sputtered at the fact that a "lowly" student would DARE to speak to him in such a fashion and spewed out angrily at Bill, "What is your name young man?"
Bill rolled up the legs of his blue jeans and took off his shoes and stockings, and grinned at the professor, and said to him, "Guess!"