Etiquette experts explain how today's culture has allowed our manners to go to pot.
The politeness that would make a real difference in my life, and I suspect a lot of people's, wouldn't come via the USPS or through the other Buzzfeed suggestions. It would be on the road.
The candidate was ideal for the role. In the post-interview debrief of the lunch, the CEO's only con was that she did not "at least offer" to help with the bill. I asked if he (the interviewer) had invited her (the applicant) to lunch, and he was still baffled.
How can my fingers, which perform so competently in many other situations, fail me so thoroughly when I try to manipulate two simple slivers of wood? I stare at my fingers and they look so normal, so functional. Why can't I do this?
when a friend challenged me to write down my 'Top 10 List of Pet Peeves,' I thought I'd struggle to come up with 10. I was so wrong. I've got 10. I could even get to 11. I could probably get to 'eleven-teen,' the mythical number my son uses when counting.
Engage in appropriate dinner conversation. That means avoiding sex, politics and the boil you just had removed from your butt.
Finally, an answer for quieting open-mouth chewers.
It's so emotionally charged, this idea of making dinner. "Good moms" cook dinner, right? But when you don't feel appreciated in your own home, by your own people, it's so discouraging.
There should be 12-step programs for folks like me. "Hi! I'm Roz! I don't like to share my food!" We'll all get together and work on not wincing when friends eat from our plates. We'll learn to say, "Help yourself!" instead of "Hell, no!" when you ask us for a taste.
Say no and you're a killjoy. But say yes and you've given the entire table the go-ahead to share your sirloin. I just want to enjoy my own dinner. All of it. I don't like to share my food. Is that so terrible?