Judith Martin

The times they are a-changing in ways even Bob Dylan didn’t foresee. I have an early childhood memory riding my bike and coming across a discarded booklet on proper social etiquette. It had the perfunctory rules. Gentlemen always open doors for ladies. Stand when a lady comes in the room. And so on.  But the one that I remember vividly is this: A lady always extends her hand first in greeting…