Am I really a snob?

While shopping for some silk flowers over the long weekend (3-day weekends rule!) my husband let it slip that I am a snob. Though he said he was kidding, I don't think he was. After dating for 5 years and being married for two, the truth has finally been told ... my husband thinks I'm a snob! Just because I enjoy shopping and my closet is filled with shoes, does that make me a snob? Just because I would rather eat at a 5-star restaurant than consume beer and bratwurst, does that make me a snob? I would like to think not. So, the purpose of this entry is to try and convince my husband that though I am (admittedly) spoiled, like to be spoiled and enjoy the finer things in life, does not necessarily make me a snob. I rebut by arguing that if I am a snob, so is Brandon. Let me elaborate:
1. I love my Waterford China because I think it is the best. Brandon loves the Sooners because he thinks they are the best. I see no difference in spending $200 on china to last a lifetime and spending $200 on tickets to a football game, other than the fact that the china will last forever but the beer and hotdog smell from a football game can easily be washed out of your clothes.
2. Shopping with my mom, friends, sister, whoever is a very fun passtime for me. It allows for bonding time while accomplishing errands at the same time. Watching sports with his dad, brothers, friends, whoever is a fun passtime for Brandon. It allows for bonding time while accomplishing nothing.
3. I would rather purchase my clothes and shoes from a store other than Wal-Mart. I can wear the item more than once before it falls apart, saves money in the long-run. Brandon likes to shop at Wal-Mart just so he can brag and say, I bought these shoes from WAL-MART for $15. I don't go around bragging about where I bought my clothes and shoes and how much I spent (sounds a bit snobbish doesn't it?).
4. I love to make things look pretty. I'm constantly adding and taking things away from our living area because it makes our meager space look and feel like a home. I would much rather invest a few hundred dollars in some good furniture so we can be comfortable. Brandon would rather take all that money for furniture and put it into a "kick-ass" TV with surround sound and use his nasty college futon for a sofa.
5. Last but not least ... as a child I was taught manners. I know which fork to use for which course, how to set the table "properly," etc. My mom taught my sister and I these things while we were young. As she became and adult she was expected to know these things for business dinners and such. Because of her lack of knowledge in such areas she was too intimidated to enjoy parties and business affairs. She didn't want us to ever feel like she did, so she taught us general table manners. Because of this Brandon thinks I grew up as royalty, which is far from the truth.

Now, I don't want all you sports fans to get mad. I do enjoy a football, basketball or hockey game every once in a while. I can appreciate the long history of competativeness and the rush when "your team" wins the national championship. I have actually joined in with Brandon on several occasions to brag about the Sooner football team (even though this year's national championship game was rather embarassing). My point is only this: just because I enjoy doing girly things that may seem "superficial" to you, don't judge me solely based on this. I can also judge all the sports fanatics and believe they are all fat, lazy beer guzzlers with a huge letter painted on their protruding and ever-growing bellies as portrayed on several commercials. So, am I a snob?