My olive oil is uncool, apparently. Welcome to the world of microsnobbery | Emma Beddington
Social media has supposedly ramped up our impulse to judge each other on the most trivial grounds â but is this really a new thing?
Social media has supposedly ramped up our impulse to judge each other on the most trivial grounds â but is this really a new thing? âAre we living in an âera of microsnobberiesâ? Writing in the Washington Post last week, the lifestyle influencer Victoria Wolff asserted that we are, claiming that the fragmentation of American taste facilitated by, and expressed through, social media had created a new phenomenon of âhundreds of tribesâ judging each other on highly specific sets of status signifiers.
Wolff cited a few âyour childrenâs lunch boxes, whether your roses are native and if your olive oil has a storyâ that left me feeling like a grubby little peasant with my narratively inadequate oil, but also relieved not to live in Amagansett in the Hamptons, as she does.
It sounds like a Nancy Meyers meets Edith Wharton hellscape. Indeed, I was reminded of reading earlier this year about the tiny-batch $80 (ÂŁ60) fruit pies youâre supposed to bring as a âhostess giftâ in those parts (etiquette specialists advise Hobnobs remain an acceptable hostess gift in the eastern suburbs of York).
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