At work, we've eliminated the distinction between married and unmarried women by using the title Ms. on emails and letters. I wish we could somehow eliminate the distinction between young and old women when we speak.
In addition so discussing turducken recipes and other essential cooking topics (during Easter lunch of course), the conversation turned to fashion rules of the South. Here are some that have stood the test of time.
I wear slips under dresses and send hand-written thank you notes. I don't discuss bodily functions in mixed company and consider it an honor to be asked for a recipe after a dinner party. In sum: I was raised a good girl. And it is damn frustrating.