I’m sometimes told I’m a bit of an elitist. I’m not sure if that’s true, but I always respond with that living in North-Western Europe kind of berefts me of a choice in the matter. Were I the poorest person in the Netherlands, I would still belong to the richest 10% of the world. Or so I’m told. There are different kinds of elitism, however. Reading paper magazines and newspapers, for instance, not out of nostalgia but because one just likes is, can be seen as such, simply because not many still do that. Liking and listening to certain types...