Heh, I suppose I feel that a little.
Awhile back during a vicious snowstorm, some friends and I walked over to Waffle House because we wanted food and it was the only restaurant in town open (seriously, Colorado was shut the hell down). Nothing against Waffle House fans, but we all think it's just kind of a trashy and gross place to eat. The place was packed of course, and we finally got seated -- all the while I was texting Google on my E70 for phone numbers of any and all other restaurants we could think of to see if anyone else was open.
The waiter came over to our table, and he was a complete walking stereotype. Bucked teeth, heavy southern drawl. I'm still texting on my E70 at this point trying desperately to find another place open. We told him we needed some more time to think, and then he looks at my E70 and asks:
"Awww coo-uhl! Is that one-uh dem Sahhhhdkicks? Mah brother has one-uh those, it's like a compyooter!"
"No. This is not a Sidekick."
"Awww, well take yer time guys!"
And as if by some miracle spawned by a higher power, the next place I called was a nice local burger joint a few blocks away that we all liked. They were open and serving, so we bolted for the door leaving Sahhhdkick Brother and his team of gumshoe waffle-serving associates to assist other clients.
The moral of my long-winded story is that you can't be too worried about what the local assclowns are going to think your high-dollar awesomephone is. I'd guess that 9 out of 10 people think all phones are more or less the same, with the only difference being whether it was "built by Verizon, Sprint, Cingular, or T-Mobile".
If someone sees my new N76 and compliments me on "that cool rayzor-phone", I'll just smile politely, say "thanks, it was built by Catherine Zeta-Jones and her ragtag crew of phone elves!", and walk away.