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So, you've decided you want to be pretentious- felicitations! Maybe it was watching an epsiode of "Frasier" and thinking "I wish I could patronise people like that" which inspired you, or perhaps you're just frustrated by the tedium of your existence and want to make yourself feel important. Well, for whatever reason, you've made the decision and so the hardest part is over; soon you'll be exchanging witticisms with men called Edwardo whilst sipping pinot noir in a French restaurant, the name of which you don't understand but can pronounce far better than some layman.
If you're not white stop reading now though, or we may be forced to take legal action.
As we both know, the core of pretentiousness is not in getting people to like you; it is in getting people to hate you, but in a terribly civil way. As such, some degree of pretentiousness can be acheived simply through your conduct and manner. A particularly important aspect of this is in having a suitably supercilious laugh- it should convey a level of self-satisfaction that words alone could not. Try stressing the first "ha" a little more than any of the others, and twitching your head very slightly backwards as you do so. For advanced techniques, secrete yourself in the bushes of a suburban home with a BMW parked in front of it and wait for them to have a dinner party (you should be there no longer than 2 days). This should provide plenty of advice on habits and affectations, as well as giving you time to work on the next point.
Being able to quote a wealth of high-brow literature is essential to good pretentiousness, as nothing says "I'm better than you and I know it" than dropping a line of Wordsworth into a conversation, no matter how irrelevant the actual line is. However, many people find memorising vast chunks of multi-purpose writing challenging, and so an easier option is available: Simply take whatever you would have said (e.g., "I see what you mean, Alan") and reverse the order of the words, a la Yoda ("What you mean I see, Alan"); modify the verbs and pronouns to make them sound non-specifically Shakespearean ("What thou meanst I see, Alan"); and finally, replace the name of the subject with "Horatio" ("What thou meanst I see, Horatio"). Almost anyone will now believe this is a Hamlet quotation, and you can thereby further heighten your air of arrogant self-assurance.
Philip Glass. That is all you need. No-one will dare question your level of refinement if you say Philip Glass is your favourite composer, if only for fear of bringing upon themselves a hyperbole-laden explanation of why his music is so "good". As a back up, learn to waffle about Rachmaninov and how you think the Russian piano sound is just so effective in his concertos, especially in his unique use of modulations. On the off-chance that the person you are talking to genuinely knows something about classical music and recognises that you are talking complete bollocks (which is an extremely slim chance, even if they do know something about music) then don't panic- just ask them whether they think Beethoven belongs more to the classical or the romantic movement and, during the ensuing diatribe, sneak away without them noticing.
If an Englishman's house is his castle then yours should be your penis- it should occupy your thoughts and discussion as much as is humanly possible, and its size and attractiveness should be the source of all your worldly pride. As you get used to your pretentiousness an obsession with the property market should naturally develop whithout much conscious input. You will hopefully find yourself irrationally interested in the prices of houses in "desirable areas" despite having no intention of buying one, and the decoration and redecoration of your own house should be perennial and eternal. The sitting room will never be quite right, and the minor imperfections of your dwelling wil forever be a source of horrible dissatisfaction to you, but still you should inform everyone you know of how wonderful it is on a regular basis in specific and lengthy terms, while the superiorities of their house to yours will gnaw away at the festering pit of your soul.
Here we come to the real proving ground of the bourgeoisie- a certified smug bastard should be able to spout crap about wine until the proverbial cows come home. exactly how to do so is a judgement matter, but the following words and phrases are generally useful:
- "More nose than Cyrano de Bergerac"
- "Insincere bouquet...like my wife's last anniversary present"
- "The body of a Vietnamese prostitute"
- "Less leg than a thalidomide baby"
- "A subtle hint of (INSERT RANDOM THING HERE), stimulating the palate without overpowering the (INSERT SECOND RANDOM THING HERE) undertones." For example, "A subtle hint of Benson & Hedges, stimulating the palate withough overpowering the newly mown hay undertones."
Also, it is generally essential to talk about the wine as if it is a person. As you become more drunk you may notice yourself descrbing it more in terms of a person you are wildly attracted to (Rich, fruity body... enticing aroma... God, I'm bored with my wife...) but this is perfectly acceptable.
The first rule of snobby gossip is that you must never refer to it as "gossip": it is always "news". The second rule is that it must always be negative "news" about a person, but disguised as concern for them. This applies even if the "news" in question is quite positive- for example, the birth of a new baby to a recently married young couple should be presented in terms of a worry that they can support a child on the salary that he's earning at the moment (i.e. anything below £50k a year), or if a person seems to be enjoying themself at a party (which, of course, isn't what your sort of parties should be about) a veiled comment should be made about them being back on the bottle, regardless of whether they have been drinking or have even previously had a reputation for drunkenness... the vital point is they will have now.
" So I said to the Mother Superior, 'I'm sorry, I thought you said hassock' "
<Cue supercilious laughter>
An anecdote finishing in such a way should, thanks to its foppishly inane nature, convince everyone of your certifiable pompousness, regardless of how much sense the preceding story made. Remember, anecdotes should only be "funny" in the way that a Ben Jonson play is- you laugh at the jokes, but only so that the people around you know that you've understood them. Although you didn't.
If you can follow all these points without suddenly realising what a complete prat you're being then congratulations; you have acheived true pretentiousness. No-one will ever question your refinement again, and even if they do you can just raise your eyebrows at them and they will spontaneously combust with the sheer shame of having cheeked someone so superior to them in every way. Or at least, you can imagine they will and it'll have the same effect- what you think is all that matters, after all.
^ The same applies for the word "vastly"