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Cheese Incidents: The Sense of Etiquette and Cases of Mistaken Identity

I’ve been thinking about cheese lately. For whatever reason, among my favorite memories of hanging out with my friend Bob over the years comes from the time we went to visit my significant other Kathy at her credit union workplace. Seeing her there is always great, because like any of us, the phenomenology of her office surroundings, that particular space, generates a certain formal way of being in the world, however hard any of us might try to believe it’s not that way by some conjuring after the fact. There’s an etiquette implied there. The “look” of Kathy in that Read more