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 Judith Martin 

Judith Martin is an American newspaper columnist[?]. Writing under the pseudonym Miss Manners, she deals with problems of etiquette and manners[?] contributed by her readership.

Her columns, many noted for their humor value, are collected in a number of books, including Miss Manners' Guide to Excruciatingly Correct Behavior, Miss Manners' Guide to the Turn-of-the-Millennium, and Miss Manners Rescues Civilization. She works in Washington, D.C.

Some quotations:

"Dear Miss Manners: What is the correct way to walk in high-heeled shoes?
Gentle Reader: Left, right, left, right, left, right."

"Dear Miss Manners: How should I address a homosexual couple?
Gentle Reader: 'How do you do?' 'How do you do?'"

"Dear Miss Manners: How is a hat properly worn?
Gentle Reader: Same as always; on the head."

"Miss Manners doubts that there is anything in the world like an elegantly dressed Bostonian lurching across the room and diving face first into a bowl of guacamole dip while simultaneously disengaging her bodice from her bosom. Therefore, Miss Manners has a wee bit of trouble preparing a general rule for dealing with this eventuality." read full article here, near end of page (http://www.snopes.com/love/dating/sink.htm)

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