So. I'm in grad school. Lit Master's student.
I'll let the awesome Veronica Roth explain what type of people. Because if I do it, it would go something like this:
"That EXPLETIVE EXPLETIVE keeps walking around the halls and talking EXPLETIVE about this EXPLETIVE book that I EXPLETIVE loved! He's a EXPLETIVE piece of EXPLETIVE!!!!!"
And that would be immature.
Instead, I've chosen to simply say the following:
"Snobs are people, too."
They have beating hearts. They take bathroom breaks. Sometimes, the crap comes out of their mouths, but still. THEY ARE PEOPLE.
1) I can choose how I feel about what they say to me.
2) I can keep working as hard as I already am to be a better writer (and person) (yes, in that order...).
3) I can embrace my love of things they hate and be a happy camper.
4) I can finally accept that when they call my favorite genre "crap", they're not calling me "crap".
Even though that's what I usually think. Because it's hard for me to separate what I love from who I am.
Snob: "It's not you, it's your taste in EXPLETIVE bad genres"
Folks, love your genres. Love them so hard you'll want to write them forever.
Because when the snobs come along, that love is your greatest weapon.
Now tell me: do you face these kinds of... people... in your neck of the woods??