travel
Can we all agree to make the friendly skies a completely burger-free zone?
performance
Booing the performers is like demanding to the manager that your waiter be fired because the bartender didn’t make your cocktail fast enough.
body politics
Maybe I’ve personally reached a point where, forced to choose, I prefer rudeness to disingenuousness -- although I’d really prefer neither. At least when someone calls me a fatass, it’s sincere.
in

Jun 5, 2014 at 11:00am | 385 comments

chivalry
The least likely person to stand for me on a subway train was, in fact, a young white man.
food
Don’t think, because you can tweet a link to a totally un-fact-checked blog about why sugar is baked-goods bioterrorism, that the person offering you a cookie will appreciate that information.
shoppables
Plus: a few words on proper gift-giving (and receiving) etiquette.
in

Oct 10, 2013 at 12:30pm | 126 comments

robots
If Doctor Who has taught me nothing else, it's that I should fear robots -- and yet, I can't quite make myself do it.
in

Aug 2, 2013 at 6:00pm | 22 comments

hostessing
Also, can we come up with something new to call them so it doesn’t sound like I’m going over to Donna Reed’s house?
how not to be a dick
manners
By the time we reach the end of this decade, grunting and live-action emoticons will likely be all we have left.
in

Apr 25, 2013 at 6:00pm | 78 comments

burping
food
I really just can’t be bothered to give one single shit about what I look like when I’m eating.
in

Mar 29, 2013 at 3:30pm | 142 comments

manners
When anyone outside of our family bids my son farewell, his knee-jerk reaction is to say absolutely nothing and keep it moving.
in

Aug 14, 2012 at 4:00pm | 147 comments

cell phone
Dare to cast the cell phone user a censuring glance for violating the law, common courtesy, posted signs or privacy, and they'll look at you as though you proposed exhuming their grandmothers and urinating on them.