I still hold open any door for my lovely wife of many years. As a child we were taught to stand whenever a woman entered the room(in a residence). We also were taught to address people by their last names: i.e. Mr. Smith. However, such days in “our present culture” seem to be long gone as I have witnessed many times. (I still have trouble addressing recently introduced people by their given names.)
My great granddaughters call me Gigi and now nearly everyone calls me that. Love it. My mil is still living and when people call me by my last name, I look around for her. Most of the children call me Gigi, too. They are like family members anyway. I never did that growing up but it is fine with me. My nieces say I will never grow old although I am 71. I have never pretended to be something I am not.
Yeah. It assumes an intimacy one has no right to claim, and dismisses the right to individual privacy one ought to observe. Discarding this habit of personal regard is a dehumanizing trend.