If you live in overclass snoburbia, you must like wine. You must know about wine. You may have a special room just for wine - or at least have a wine rack under your soapstone counters.
I like a cheap wine. I pronounced this boldly the other day in polite company, and was met with incredulity and laughter. I was instead served "a good wine" by someone who really knows his wine. I didn't like it. I just didn't like the taste. But I smiled, validating his teaching moment.
Whenever I do like a wine, it turns out to be mass-market. This does not stand me in good stead in snoburbia. I have just discovered Barefoot Pinot Grigio. I like it! It must be lowbrow. You probably hate it.