As more and more years separate the present day from my childhood, I do it less often, but I still occasionally find myself shaking the milk jug before opening it.
Any milk I might buy has been reliably homogenized, rendering the shaking pointless. Moreover, it was already pointless when I was a kid. Just a hard habit to break, I guess.
I never use dryer sheets, yet my clothes come out fine, which drives my gf batty. (I think because she uses them my laundry picks up some of what she’s left behind on the dryer drum)
I too learned the “hold pillow with chin” method, and never thought about any other way of doing it - so, ignorance fought!
Something I’ve seen in recent years in hotels is that the bed comes with a bunch of SQUARE pillows. I only recently learned that they are actually traditional rectangular pillows, specifically folded in the case somehow, to make them square, and a little untucking turns them back into the more usable, squashable rectangle.
There’s a very old story about a young woman preparing a roast for dinner, starting by cutting the ends off the roast. When asked why she said it was just the way her mother did it. She asked her mother who said her own mother did it that way so the young woman called her grandmother and asked why she cut the ends off the roast first. Her grandmother told her she did that because she had a small oven and the roast wouldn’t fit unless she cut the ends off.
I hadn’t known about folding the pillows but I don’t think I will try it out, since if I succeed in holding it with my chin it will go smoothly, and my alternative is to grab a hold of one side of the pillow like I was grabbing the nape of a kitten and shove it into the case, but that all but guarantees the pillow will get folded and I will have to fish it out again with my hand to flatten it. If I folded the pillow deliberately then it would remove the “all but” from the equation, unless the process somehow is different from my haphazard method in a way that makes the pillow spring into shape on its own. Whatever works for you I guess.
Reading the Miss Manners thread reminded me of various tics of table manners I got from my parents. Though I’m sure I eat like a pig in most other ways, you’d never catch me, say, buttering a whole slice of bread at once. No, you have to tear off a bite-sized piece and butter just that, one at a time; it actually bugs me when I see people doing otherwise, because How My Parents Did It is obviously the right way.
Much of this is 100% unconscious, too, like which side of the place napkins and silver and glasses go, even though my parents’ rules about such things were likely idiosyncratic and probably not the “proper” way according to the etiquette mavens. It’s just how they did it, and by gum, that’s how I do it.
I’m very similar. If I do things in similar ways to my parents it’s generally because I figured out through practice that it works, but that’s very few things. There’s nothing I do just because they did it that way.
I use dryer sheets because if I don’t, the clothes come out all staticky and stick to one another. It’s not fun getting dressed in the morning and finding an odd sock lurking inside your shirt sleeve.
Seems a bit impractical. A lot of these picky formal etiquette rules (see current thread about Miss Manners) seem designed to make life as inefficient and artificial as possible.
The fully correct way is to cut off a piece of bread with a fork and knife and then butter it while on the fork. A graceful arc to the mouth completes the ritual.
And now, here is how to eat soft serve ice cream with chopsticks:
I mostly leave it long, now. They did it for “convenience.” I think that was code for “the kids make less of a mess this way.” My kids are grown, so unless I need to get the ends tucked into the water fast, I leave them intact.
Likewise. The sock in the sleeve made me believe that socks really do escape. I KNEW it had to be in the house. Between the dryer and the closet. But it was GONE.