Until I was in my thirties, I didn't have to worry about some drug-crazed thug breaking into my home in broad daylight, such as happens in my neighborhood often enough that people worry about it happening. That's enough evidence of "declining standards" for me.
I couldn't care less about etiquette or the height of armholes or any of the rest of that prissy bourgeois crap -- I'm more concerned with a society that's tearing itself apart thru the narcissistic fetishization of "personal freedom to do whatever I want."
+1 On THAT! LOL!