Am I a snob?

I really do have to ask this question, because, well, I guess it's possible I am. Yesterday Jay, Austin & I ran in to Target to get a few things including new razor blades for Jay. As we neared the end of the aisle, I stoppped and my jaw dropped as I let out an "eeewwww". After the guys saw what I was "eeewwwwing" about, they still didn't get it. It was a back shaver for men. A BACK shaver. The silly conversation went like this:

Jay: What?

Me: What do you mean What? Do you see that?

Jay: Yea, so?

Me: Chuh! I mean, seriously? Is that really necessary? And in public? Where we all have to see it?
Jay: What else are they supposed to do if they want to get rid of it?
Me: Be a real man and scream like a little girl getting it waxed of course.

Austin: I don't get it. What's everyone got against a little back hair?

Me: I don't think a little back hair is a problem for most men, or women, but if he is mistaken for someone on the Planet of the Apes, yea, that's an issue.
Jay: But, you don't want him to take care of it?
Me: Yea, but I just don't want to see it.

Austin: Well, I doubt he's selling tickets for people to watch him shave it.

Jay: So, if I had a hairy back, would you shave it for me?
Me: Heck no. There was nothing about that in our vows.

Ok, so what's the verdict? Am I a snob? I don't think I am. I just think there are certain things I don't want to know about or have to see in a store. Things like chafing cream, products for jock itch or yeast infections, nose hair trimmers, and fungus creams. Nothing that's going to make me lose my appetitte. Blech!