I wish I was more snobbish.  I could wear my snobbery about me like a coat.  Clashing colors borderlining on repellent with a splash of fashion that drives some to bask in perceived affluence.  In this way it changes the flow of the chase.  No longer is it me after you, it is you after me.  It's a little game, making the populous desire slivers of your approval simply by revoking it.  It's a dangerous game.  If you flinch in the staring contest of superiority, you are a mere mortal again.  Being special is addictive.  To fall from your self-carved pedestal is devastation.  The risk is impassible and so I remain as I am, too craven to play the better.