Mod, good point. Though my rich Chassidishe blood has been diluted, and marrying a thoroughbred Litvak has really buried it.
Over the last few generations, as many of us have become, to a degree more Americanized (though B”H with an unbroken chain of shemiras Shabbos in particular), certain things, like excessive nadan (I’m not talking about parents making a chasuna and providing dishes, pots and pans, and maybe the most minimal of furniture) are so far out of my frame of reference that I have a visceral reaction.
And if I knew a given shadchan was of the caliber of the rebbe I would go to were I to go to a rebbe, I might see things differently as well 😉