There is a group of SWPLs outside on the balcony right now discussing the finer points of wine. They are mocking some mutual friend they know for being pretentious about wine by… being pretentious about wine.
“Oh, like, so X says she had dinner with Napa Valley’s best sommelier.”
“She’s such a wine snob. I swear she brought table wine last month to X’s party.”
Their insipid blather has ruined my pleasant evening of pipe smoking and single malt drinking. I loathe SWPLs. If hypocrisy and status whoring were hellfire their screams of torment would echo through the ages.