Sorry to say this, but these etiquette rules are just so... "white". Remember the boring WASPy parents in "My Big Fat Greek Wedding?" These are the types of rules they would observe at the table, all the while talking softly about what went on last week at the country club. I don't observe them. Our country is the melting pot, in which case, archaic etiquette rules about "continental dining" are thrown out the window. I'll be polite, yes. But I'm not going to start tucking in my elbows and spooning my soup away from me, as I feel it makes me look like a douchebag.