Fuddy-duddy

My uncle is a fuddy-duddy who thinks life was better back in the 1950s.

He's such a fuddy-duddy that he starts even his daily texts to me with "Dear Tom."

Tom is such a fuddy-duddy.

Tom doesn't give people the benefit of the doubt because he's a stubborn, little fuddy-duddy.

"Tom identifies as plural, polyamorous, enby otherkin." "Oh, that's a pretty extreme combo even for the cutting-edge SJW standards." "Come on, don't be such a fuddy-duddy!" "I don't know. It sounds very strange to me. I should probably watch more Netflix and spend more time on Mastodon to get used to such stuff. By the way, does he also identify as nudist?" "I don't think it's technically possible." "Why not? Isn't it marginalized enough?" "Because they're also an ardent member of the furry fandom. You won't often see them without a costume."

My grandma is a fuddy-duddy when it comes to keeping her house clean.

Kingsolver lives by the tenets of her public-spirited fictional characters, whom she sculpts with a keen eye for individuality, e.g. Nannie Land Rawley, a seventy-something orchardist who shocks a fuddy-duddy male neighbor by wearing shorts, […]