The logic of our age doesn’t allow for standards of dress, yet all of our sensibilities tell us that certain attire is inappropriate in certain circumstances. “My body, my choice” is a mantra that in elite circles has become a dogma, yet nobody really believes that what you do with your body in public is your business alone.

An airplane, where strangers, often from different cultural milieux, are shoved in close confines for hours, is a good testing ground for our hyperindividualistic ideas.