Flashback Monday: Don’t Be Rude, Part III, Socializing

In an effort to gather all my writing in one place, every Monday I post articles that originally appeared elsewhere, or work that has been gathering dust on my hard drive. This piece was originally titled “The Non-Expert: Threesomes” and was published in 2003 over at The Morning News. The Non-Expert series answers questions posed by Morning News readers. Thanks to Rosecrans Baldwin, who edited this piece.

I know I’m going to get a lot of grumbles on this one, especially because it’s written in such an unfamiliar tone. Please remember that the idea behind these etiquette articles isn’t that you should be perfecty-perfect all the time, which would make you insufferable, only that you should know the guidelines. That way you have the pleasure of feeling wicked and bohemian when you flout them.

My late grandmother had fantastically eccentric decorating taste. In the living room immense zebra-striped curtains stretched to the ceiling, the red shag carpet came to your knees. I spent many spin-sick childhood hours on the swivel stools of her tiki bar, replete with coconut monkey and glass hula-girl swizzle sticks.

She also kept a noticeably unattractive gilded bust of Nefertiti on her living room table. When I asked her where it came from she replied, ‘Well, Margaret, an older gentleman friend of mine has arthritis. That bust is covered in 14-karat gold. His hands were too bad for him to paint the gold on, so he held the paintbrush in his mouth.’

‘Wow,’ I replied. I was seven.

‘Yep,’ she said. ‘That thing is goddamn terrible. But I tell you what, when a man paints something for you with his teeth, you put it on the living-room table.’

Grandma also taught me more general etiquette guidelines. For example, one does not wear white shoes before Memorial Day or after Labor Day. This rule remains steadfast unless you happen to be a bride, a tennis player, or a pimp. In the latter case, you have more pressing etiquette issues than your choice of wingtips.

You may know etiquette basics, but knowing the niceties is twice as much fun. This is because there are a few things that nearly everyone does incorrectly without realizing it. Therefore, you can scandalize your friends in expensive restaurants by removing fish bones from your mouth with your hands and blithely grasping asparagus with your fingers.

What’s more, you can learn to avoid inadvertently offending those you hope to impress, and impress people who know how the playbook reads. One person’s ‘No big deal’ is another’s ‘Well, I never.’ Nowhere is this more apparent than at social gatherings. Let’s review what grandma expects of you.

Don’t throw parties in your own honor.

Throwing a birthday party, a shower, or an anniversary party for yourself lacks humility. It also suggests that the party is a poorly camouflaged push for gifts, instead of a heartfelt expression of affection from a dear friend. The guest of honor and the host must be two different people so that one can say, ‘Oh no, you don’t need to get me anything. The pleasure of your company is all I need,’ while the other whispers, ‘She’s very fond of Tiffany’s.’

Never issue invitations too far in advance.

Overzealous hosts who send invitations several weeks in advance are setting social traps. How can the polite, but unwilling, friend possibly find a reasonable excuse? ‘I’m having surgery that day’ only works once, and it’s rather unpleasant to arrange for the scarring as evidence. Polite hosts send invitations no more than a week and a half beforehand unless the event will require travel arrangements (as in the case of a wedding).

Respond to invitations promptly.

When someone invites you out you have approximately two days to respond. If you’re not going to attend for goodness sake say something. Are you coyly holding out for a better offer, you clever thing? Do you suppose you’re being discreet by simply showing up at the event when nothing more interesting comes along? I assure you, the host—who is now scrambling to provide food and drink for you and five others of your ilk—knows exactly what you were up to and is already plotting revenge. Do you really want this person mixing your drink?

Remember that invitations are non-negotiable.

Accepting only a portion of an invitation is rude. ‘Oh, I would so love to hear little Timmy perform on his new banjo, but that evening is awfully busy. Would it be possible for us to just drop in for coffee afterward?’ No, it wouldn’t.

If you’ve said you will attend, please do.

Once you’ve said you’re coming there are a few acceptable excuses for not showing. These include sudden coma, the death of a loved one, or having left the country unexpectedly under government protection. Unacceptable excuses include heavy workload, exhaustion, a better offer, or the ever-thoughtful ‘just feel like staying in.’ This implies that a nap or the Sunday-night showing of National Lampoon’s European Vacation is more interesting to you than whatever your host had planned.

Handle introductions gracefully.

Introductions should include first and last names. This way guests can locate one another if they’d like to pursue a ‘closer friendship.’ More importantly, they needn’t call each other by first names until asked to do so. By American custom acquaintances greet one another and take leave with handshakes. If you insist upon hugging non-intimates you can be reasonably certain that people are making funny faces over your shoulder when swallowed in an unwelcome embrace.

Don’t offer or request a house tour.

Tours of your home should only be given upon request, lest you look as though you’re showing off your bowling trophies. Genuinely interested guests should request tours vaguely, ‘I’d love to see the what you’ve done with the house sometime.’ This way your hosts can politely deflect the inquiry if they’ve stuffed their dirty laundry in the study.

Know the difference between business and pleasure.

One does not properly hand out business cards at a social event, even if another guest makes a business-related request. Doing so implies that you’re using friends’ homes for mercenary purposes. Perhaps you can find a small piece of paper and a pen instead. If you’d like to be perfectly correct, you can have slightly larger social cards printed with only your name and contact information. And please stop chuckling: a girl can dream.

Don’t groom or perform otherwise personal acts in public.

No absent-minded cleaning beneath the fingernails, no after-dinner tooth sucking or picking, no stocking straightening, no undergarment adjustment, no hair patting, no lipstick application, and no overtly moist displays of affection.

Repackage prepackaged food.

Under no circumstances does the well-set table include prepackaged food items. Ketchup, mustard, jam, and so on are housed in jolly, lidded pots with wee-little spoons. Milk goes in a pitcher. The only exception to this rule is the wine, which you can put in a decanter if you’ve one laying around (perhaps next to the silver grapefruit spoons), but otherwise is fine in its own bottle.

Keep conversation comfortable.

I shouldn’t even have to say this, but certain segments of the population need a reminder that religion, politics, and anecdotes involving excessive bleeding are not proper dinner conversation.

Send a thank-you.

A host gift isn’t required for dinner parties (though gifts are almost never rude), but you do need to write a proper thank-you note.

So, what is a proper thank-you note? Let’s start with your little box of ‘Thank You’ note cards tucked in your desk drawer. The kind with preprinted gratitude stamped on the front? First, I’d like to congratulate you for being amongst the few who still realize that thoughtful gestures are correctly recognized with a note. Now, throw those cards away. Please.

Thank-you notes should indeed be notes. They’re written on white or cream stationery with a plain—but colorful—border. Blue is a classic choice. (And while you’re dispensing with the thank-you cards, you might want to discard the sympathy cards, which are even more impersonal. Purchase some white or cream paper with a black border, and use that instead.)

Reciprocate.

After you’ve expressed your gratitude remember that it’s your turn next time. You may entertain in whatever manner you can afford; a Sunday breakfast is an acceptable return for a formal dinner. Many people will tell you not to worry about social debts. You’ll note that these are the same people who don’t throw dinner parties.

Stop worrying.

If you’ve read this far you deserve a reward. So here is the answer to the ultimate etiquette question, the only reason 90 percent of the population will ever flip through an etiquette book:

Use the fork farthest away from your plate.

That’s it. If you need a different fork, someone will set it down in front of you with the correct course. If you still somehow manage to use the wrong one, no one will notice. Anyone watching you to see which fork you’ll use is just trying to figure out which fork they should use, which is really rather sweet.

Friday Mixtape!

I’ve always wished I knew more about music, and this is part of my Life List project to listen to 1,000 new songs. Right now I’m up to 382, and on Fridays I share some of my new favorites. If you’d like to share some music with me, please send your picks to maggie at mighty girl dot com, and I will listen to them.


“So Bad” by Arum Rae
via reader Megan Renart


“Air Plane” by Local Natives
via the extraordinary Paige Thomas


“You and I” by Ingrid Michaelson
via Heather Barmore


“In My Cup” by Richie Loops
I don’t need you to agree with me on this one, but I can’t deny how I feel.

Still looking for more music? Here you go: Mixtape 1, Mixtape 2, Mixtape 3, Mixtape 4, Mixtape 5, Mixtape 6, Mixtape 7, Mixtape 8, Mixtape 9, Mixtape 10, Mixtape 11, Mixtape 12, Mixtape 13

Top 10 Things to Do and Taste in Jamaica


Maite Velez-Couto, Tara Berger, Lauren Marino, and Me at Dunn’s River Falls. (Note to self: Avoid posing next to smokin’ 20-somethings in bikinis.)

1. Climb a waterfall at Ocho Rios.

Climbing Dunn’s River Falls is one of those magical experiences that I recommend adding to your life list. I climbed the falls as a kid, and it was so epic I was anxious the return wouldn’t live up to my memories. It did. Your tour group links hands and climbs a sort of natural stairway up the side. It’s a little rigorous, but it’s one of the lovliest natural settings I’ve ever experienced. Click this link and you’ll see how gorgeous it is. See? You must do this.

2. Try the Jerk.

Scotchies boasts some of the best Jerk chicken and pork the island has to offer, prepared at a grill behind the counter. Vegetarians, you might want to avert your eyes for this next photo.

If you’re gonna go, go whole hog.

3. Swim with dolphins.

We didn’t have time to stop at Dolphin Cove, so I need you to do this for me. Dolphins! Unfortunately, no pregnant ladies or under-eights allowed. Everyone else? Get in the water.

4. Have a Ting!

A refreshing local grapefruit soda that’s my new favorite. Even better with a little vodka or rum. And while we’re on the subject of rum…

5. Sip some local rum.

Appleton is a Jamaican rum that’s been around for nearly 300 years, and the Appleton VX is delicious. Nutty, creamy, soft, but not sweet. If you’re looking for more of a dessert beverage, try a Rum Cream on the rocks, which is like Bailey’s but slightly boozier and hence better in coffee.

6. Go horse swimming, ziplining, dogsledding, or four wheeling .

I’ve already told you about the snowless dogsledding at Chukka Caribbean Adventures, but you can also do an ATV Safari or go on a horseback ride/swim where the horses head out into the ocean with you still on their backs. Yes to that.

7. Take in some history.

Rose Hall Plantation is an old plantation that offers historical tours with a twist. Legend has it the original mistress of the plantation killed all of her husbands and lovers. Now they host weddings on site! I mostly enjoyed it for all the gorgeous objects on display in the mansion.

8. Have a Jamaican Patty.

A patty is like a savory turnover, and is among the most popular fast food in Jamaica. The meat and veggie filling is spiced with cumin and curry. Tasty.

9. Go dancing.

Pier 1 was my favorite of the clubs we visited, and currently Friday is the best night to go. The locals mingle with tourists, and the vibe is very, very laid back. Street vendors wait outside, grilling jerk chicken to stave off your hangover or satisfy your munchies.


Jamaican blogger Corve DaCosta.

10. Take a Catamaran and take a leap.

The catamaran to Rick’s Cafe to see the cliff divers was one of my favorite parts of the trip. You dock at Rick’s for a meal and a swim, or to take a dive off the cliffs yourself. It’s a 40-foot drop, and a few in our group made the leap, but I stayed on the boat and danced. Someone had to guard the rum.

Dogsledding in Jamaica

This is Marley, my favorite member of the Jamaican Dogsled Team. He’s proof that, while Jamaicans have no snow, they do have an excellent sense of humor.

Chukka Carribean Adventures offers all kinds of activities — ATV, horseback riding, and so on — but they’re perhaps most famous for their program that rescues mutts from the local SPCA before euthanization, and turns them into sled dogs.

Of course, the sleds in Jamaica look a little different, but the basic concept is the same.

This is our musher, Damion Robb, who recently won a race in Ontario. And while I was dogsledding in Lake Tahoe, Jamaican Newton Marshall was busy becoming the first Carribean musher to complete the Iditarod.

The dogs stay in a large kennel, and each dog has his own house. They’re trained as adults and are found homes as pets when they’re too old to be sled dogs anymore.

If you’d like to sponsor the program by adopting a Sun Dog, just click the link. (Chancey and Doc are dead ringers for Chuck.)

P.S. They had a videographer there. I’m at 51 seconds:

I’m afraid Marley here is taken.

Tara’s Pompadour How-To

This is Tara Berger, she was on the Jamaica trip as the social media rep from Secrets Resorts. Let’s talk about her pompadour. Tara had a baby 3 months ago, so she was feeling like it was a luxury to do her hair. This is her go-to easy style for travel.

She gathers the bottom half of her hair into a ponytail.

Then she teases and sprays the front for height, and combs the top layer back for smoothness.

Finally, she secures the top layer with a few bobby pins so it hides her ponytail.

Quick, easy, and genius. High fives, Tara. Motherhood is looking pretty good on you.

Packing Light: Jamaica

This is every item of clothing I packed for five days in Jamaica. I love packing for warm weather because it’s so easy to shove everything in a carryon.

For once, I took a photo of my travel outfit. In this photo, it’s 5 a.m. in chilly San Francisco. My formula for the perfect travel outfit is always:

comfy knit dress (ISDA and Co.) + leggings (H&M) + scarf (gift from Vietnam) + cardigan (H&M) + slip on shoes (H&M)

The scarf doubles as a wrap, and on the way home I wore the same outfit with an American Apparel circle scarf, which is magical and also works as a sarong or a shawl.

When I arrived for my four-hour layover in Miami, I was able to shed down to this, so I wasn’t sweating when I got to Jamaica. Jamaica!

I changed into sandals upon arrival and wore this to dinner on the beach.

The next morning, our first activity was a press tour of the Secrets Resort where we were staying. My striped shirt is H&M, the shorts are Rocawear (Shut up. I’m squarely in their brand demographic. Also! Those are on sale for $8 now. Go buy some so we can be twins). This outfit is my confused attempt at businessy tropical. Sort of. It turns out I didn’t need to worry much about the business part:

These shorts are stretchy. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to be on this trampoline, but I hung back until the tour guide had turned away, and bam. Actionwear!

After the Secrets tour, the Jamaican Tourist Board rounded us up on a bus to take us dogsledding and waterfall climbing (more on that later). My navy shirt and shorts are both American Apparel.

This JCrew fedora is pretty much the best hat ever. I bought it in XL so it would look like I borrowed it from a cute boy. Then Bryan tried to wear it out of the store, and I had to assert.

This is me and JoAnna conquering Dunns River Falls. Apparently I now flex whenever a camera is turned my way. My bikini is American Apparel, and it covers stretch marks with aplomb.

Secrets has a dress code for dinner, so I changed into this American Apparel minidress. Actually, I think technically it’s a T-shirt. It’s nearly impossible to wear something in a way that’s sluttier than American Apparel intends, but I got it done y’all. The earrings are from Claires.

The dress is daring, but even more so because of the low back. I paired it with American Apparel shorts so I only appeared to be on the verge of exposure.

See? This is the same look dressed down a bit. These black shorts are identical to the navy pair I’m wearing above, by the way. Here the dress reads more like the shirt it actually is.

My Southwestern sandals are BC from Zappos, which is a lifesaver when you have two days to find shoes for your trip.

As you know, I always try to pack PJs that double as outfits in case something comes up. I wore this Old Navy tee and H&M shorts to bed, and also to hang by the pool.

This romper was $9.80 at Forever 21. Are you proud of me for ignoring my impulse to iron it while on a tropical island? Thanks.

I wore this as a coverup, and I’m kind of amazed that it hasn’t fallen apart yet. Of course if I don’t hand wash it, the thing will probably shrink up to swimsuit size, but has pockets, so I threw caution to the wind.

My excellent yellow turban is from a gift shop in Puerto Rico. I got it on the same shopping trip when I failed to convince Melissa to buy the stripper heels with the zipper up the back.

I didn’t have a good pair of ruinable flip-flops, so I got these at Gap right before I left. I’m a big fan of metallic shoes for travel because they work with everything. These withstood the beach way better than I expected.

You’ve seen this DKNY suit before. The outer skirt pulls down to miniskirt length or pushes up to your midsection. You’ll be glad to note that I didn’t wear this to dinner as a dress.

This is a vintage silk Vera scarf, which is my go-to wet hair solution. Pro-tip: If you have trouble with scarves slipping off your head, you’re probably buying polyester instead of silk. Fortunately, you can find silk scarves pretty cheap second hand. This one was $5.

This is what I wore for our tour of Rose Hall. I got this candy-striper stripe top at H&M. I wore it over a romper, but also as a coverup with my bikini.

I’ve had these Saltwater Sandals for years. They’re literally made for walking on the beach.

This is my favorite photo from the trip, taken by the very patient and talented Kate. (Holy, holy go check out the World Cup commercial she filmed for Puma. Goosebumps.)

The playsuit is by Cotton + Candy, which doesn’t seem to be an Internet-friendly brand. If you live in the city, I got it on the Haight at X-Generation, and it is my new favorite thing.

And, aside from my underwear (five pairs, two bras — one strapless), and a black drapey dress I wore in Greece, that’s my trip in a carry on.