The majority of the Plaza’s etiquette classes (one to two a month) sell out completely -- so, the question isn’t whether or not there is a market for contemporary etiquette, but rather, who the market consists of. Meier’s rendition of social grace is a much-needed update to the Emily Post classics, but for the most part, I would argue that the millennial New Yorker does not, in fact, need to perfect their pasta-twirling methods. New York does demand an etiquette all its own, but in place of Meier’s course, we might be better off with a lecture on proper subway decorum, UberPool small talk, or how best to host a dinner party when your apartment is the size equivalent of a walk-in closet.
As I filed out of the Plaza’s enormous entryway, proudly donning my several bags, I found myself standing across 5th Avenue from the pantsuit woman, cradling a street-vendor hot dog in her left hand and pulling flip-flops out of an enormous black satchel with her right. In spite of her newfound sense of Beaumont polish, she remained an immodest New Yorker, Sabrett hot dog and all -- a small victory for the city.