15 social norms I could do without

These are just ones I don't care for, but no judgment if you like them. Also, some of these might not exactly be social norms but oh well.

Asking how someone is instead of saying hi
Standing up when someone enters the room
Keeping elbows off the table
Enforcing "boys don't cry"
Suggesting that women and girls should always be polite, no matter how they're being treated
Tipping as a means of supplementing someone's income (meaning, tipping is nice and all, but people shouldn't be dependent on them for a salary--we should ensure everyone makes a living wage without tips)
Not talking about salaries (especially at your own company!)
Not having a good way to greet someone for the first time in an informal setting (handshakes feel to formal to me and hugs too intimate so I wish there was an in-between thing that wasn't just awkwardly waving)
Throwing the garter at weddings
Referring to a heterosexual couple as "man and wife"
Asking for my number instead of offering their own
Sexual phrases as introductions on dating apps (like as boring as "hey" is, it's far better than other first messages I've received)
Not using first names with colleagues (so many professors get up in arms if I call them by their first name even if they've signed their emails with it)
The expectation that your job is your life
The notion that if you had a difficult time with something, everyone else should too

(Prompt by Eleanor Pratt)

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