Down with exclamation points!
Part of the problem of contemporary interaction is that our categories are now blurred
Etiquette
Tuesday
Thursday
Against flakes
A new drinks-party-shirking method has taken hold in society. I call it “Lastminute.non.” Previously, the way of not going to someone’s party was to write a polite message of refusal at least a week in advance, giving the host or hostess ample time to absorb the sad but inevitable fact that various friends would not be able to attend – usually for copper-bottomed reasons, such as that they had other plans for the evening or would be away on holiday. The new trend seems to be to accept an invitation, and then, mere hours before, to duck out of it. This means that from breakfast time onward throughout the day
Thursday
The lost art of the insult
Imagine I were to begin this column by remarking that a woman preaching is like a dog walking on its hind legs: it is not done well, but you’re surprised to find it done at all. Dear me, that would never do, even in as cheeky a magazine as The Spectator. Then try instead: “Dr. Johnson was no admirer of the female sex. ‘A woman’s preaching,’ he said, ‘is like a dog’s walking on his hinder legs. It is not done well, but you are surprised to find it done at all.’” I could get away with that. An antiquated opinion, safely attributed to an 18th-century writer, enclosed behind quotation
Wednesday
New York is a people pleaser’s hell
The city is a psychological assault course, an emotional minefield, for people like me who are chronically apologetic
Tuesday
The difference between children and tattoos
When did it become socially acceptable to discuss the state of another man’s testicles?
