This is an expression I've always liked, although I've also always thought that clearly it depends more on who your parents are than what type of edifice you were reared in.
But much like the wild hair/hare expression, I like saying it.
"Were you raised in a barn?"
Nobody ever says yes.
You don't have to hold the door open for me.
Candidly, I have always loved having doors opened for me, and while I didn't think less of men who didn't open doors while we were on a date, I did think more of men who did.
OK, so yes, I'm judgey.
I fucking hold doors open for people. Just to be polite. And now that I'm big waddly preg, lots of people - men and women - hold doors open for me.
It's nice. It's not hard to do. Why the fuck not do it?
And me, I always say thank you, and I always appreciate it.
So, you don't have to hold the door open for me.
But if I've just opened it, and am partway through, then you, preppy 20-something guy, you should not dart through it, all, hey, cool, she's clearly coming in and I need to go out and awesome, an open door! just because you move faster than me.