Dear Urban Diplomat: Should my wife be allowed to slap bumper stickers on our car against my will?

I feel your pain: those stickers are a pox. They tap the same rage vein as the family updates that circulate this time of year about Hannah’s emerging clarinet prowess and Jacob’s med school acceptance. My feeling about taste-related domestic disagreements is that the spouse who objects to the application of offending adornments on common property wins. That said, some marital infractions—squeezing the toothpaste tube from the top, having sex with one’s socks on—can be forgiven. Others, like building a secret meth empire, are indefensible. It’s up to you to decide which category her sticker fixation falls into.