But I do confess to having inculcated a number of old-fashioned norms.
Take hats for example.
Last week at Danica's assembly, one
And it bothered me. A little. I don't get steamed or lose my ahem over such things, but it just registers as being not quite right.
I don't wear hats indoors, except for in shops and stores, which I don't have an issue with for some obscure reason. While I don't mind wearing one in those situations, that's about it. I wouldn't wear a hat in a proper restaurant. I might wear a cap in some more publican-style establishments but not many or often, and I just wouldn't wear an actual hat.
I suppose it's a generational thing although the guy wearing a hat in the assembly wasn't exactly a teenager and hadn't been so for probably four or even five decades. Still, hats were a common form of male attire when I was young. If you suited up for church in the fifties, you wore a fedora, and you removed it when you entered a building. Immediately if not sooner. No question about that.
Now, I came of age in the later sixties, so I was never personally part of the fedora generation, but I am still obviously influenced by the norms of those times.
These days, being follically challenged, me 'ead requires protection from the sun in summer and the cold in winter and from sneers of the well-haired in all seasons. But I do feel obliged to remove it indoors.
And by the way, I don't wear the ubiquitous ball cap. The fact that I don't wear them and don't like them also marks my generational quirks. But I did wear one when I was coaching ball, and I would likely do so even today at the ballpark. Everything in its time and place. Eh what, old chap?!