Snobs? Well, yes, some of them. I would rather think of them as clueless.
I've always been a "car guy." I was a dealership service manager for about ten years back in the 80's before I went back to being a chemist. I kept up on cars since the days of my youth when cars got a total sheet metal update every two years -- the days of the old Pontiac Tri-Powers, the Corvette Rochester fuel injection, the "real" Chrysler hemis, and the original GTO and 442. For many years I kept up on new technology until job and family took over, finances were slim, and circumstances dictated practicality rather then enjoyment.
Then the kids left and I followed my fetish with U.S.-built cars and bought my '05 GTO and '08 G8. Love(d) both of them enough I was not in the market for a new car, and so I dropped off the radar and failed to renew my Car & Driver, Motor Trend and other enthusiast subscriptions -- a ten year lapse. With the venerable G8 turning 200,000 miles, my wife (for no discernible reason) started making noises about "reliability." Since the G8 (which was her DD) had never had a repair, much less a failure, I read that as "isn't it time for a new car?" Well, I love the G8, but OK, it's your DD.
Fortunately my wife is totally clueless about cars. And having come from a poor farm family in the Texas panhandle, she has no pretensions about brand identity. I am also fortunate that she leaves the car buying totally, 100%, up to me. So I jumped back into the literature, reviews and tech stuff and looked at the Accord, Subaru Legacy (boring..),
Regal GT (couldn't find one anywhere to look at) and the Mercedes C-class. (No Lexus, Audi, Acura or BMW dealers anywhere within 100 miles round trip or more.) The Stinger popped up on my radar and I dropped by to look at one, read everything I could get my hands on, and ordered one without even a test drive. No regrets.
It is a lovely car for the wife because it defaults to Custom mode. I hope she never finds that little dial between the front seats and decides to twist it one notch to the right. Yes, it's a sleeper, even to my wife, so I have to wait until I'm in the car alone -- to twist the little silver knob.