Visible tattoos on health care personnel were almost universally banned until very recently. Some health care entities are starting to relax their rules about this, because it’s becoming harder to find people who DON’T have them.
MY #1 is no necktie while wearing a jacket.
Bullshit, it’s a statement that you like wearing hats. No more no less.
Mine’s the opposite. Wearing a tie without a jacket just looks silly in my book.
That HAS to be a joke, right?
So “single mother” is a euphemism for “slut”???
The Kardashians.
Trolling is still considered very tacky. Knock it off.
Bed hair. Used to be if you woke up after a Jagermeister binge with your hair mooshed up a ragged fence of cowlicks, stiffened into a do with what might be vomit, you at least dragged a comb through it as a nod to conventionality.
Now, it is the height of fashion, attempted even by ancients like Harrison Ford, and supported by exhorbitant hair stylists and pricey hair product.
Based on that, then one shouldn’t give a wedding present at all.
My parents just couldn’t cope with the changes in fashions after the Eisenhower years.
Especially jeans. I wasn’t “allowed”* to wear them to school in the 60s: “Why do you want to look like a prisoner on a chain gang?”
My mom still can’t bear to have someone in a restaurant with their hat on. Which in the Midwest, means her blood pressure stays high.
(I love the “Cat Who…” books, where newcomers to Moose County ask for a good restaurant and are answered “Well, that depends. You want a Hats On place or Hats Off?”)
*Kept a pair in my locker…
Fish forks are a Victorian innovation, and therefore tacky. Surely your silver is older than that?
Lobster.
In colonial times servants had written into their employment contracts that they could only be fed lobster a maximum number of times in a week. It was considered a cheap, undesirable food.
“The kind of people that buy their silver”
I try to explain that it’s just tacky if all your linen and crystal and silver have the same monogram, but no-one believes me.
Big watches with shiny bits were once, I think, the opposite of the gentleman’s watch that was razor-thin and told the time simultaneously in Monte Carlo, Beverly Hills, London, Paris, Rome, and Gstaad.
Worse yet when the monogram doesn’t match you or any of your *proper *ancestors.
Damn plebes, they’re everywhere underfoot.
That probably is an urban legend. http://msgboard.snopes.com/message/ultimatebb.php?/ubb/get_topic/f/107/t/000161.html
Miss Manners agrees with you on charmingly mismatched dinner sets.
Side notes: a friend was at a matinee show this week of Sylvia (on Broadway, starring Matthew Broderick) and a woman answered her cell and embarked on a loud conversation. The audience started chanting “throw her out! Throw her out!”
Broderick stopped the show and made a few quips that quieted the audience and forced the woman to shut up and turn off her phone.
“WTF” just doesn’t cover it.
On not dressing to fly: I dress up for work, cultural events, etc, but wear sweats, a hoodie, and shoes I can pry off on the flight. Flying econo-commerrcial is a hideous, dirty, uncomfortable experience for me and – with the exception of a short flight where I’m going directly to a meeting/conference – I basically want to be in one step above jammies with the ability to discreetly tear my bra off during a 10-hour flight.
I only just read this and had to laugh. At my (first) wedding I said to my bride to be “I don’t ask much, but whatever you do, don’t smash the cake in my face.”
She did it. Later that evening she was mad at me for “Having a flash of anger / look that would kill” when it happened - she was mad at me for getting angry (then suppressing it real fast and putting my game face back on).
Yup, we’re divorced.