A friend and I used to call it "The Granny Police", because it was usually granny-aged ladies (total strangers) who would tell us that our babies were too young to be out, or the wind was too cold.
So, sometimes we would bundle the kids up a bit more than we thought aboslutely necessary, because we wanted to avoid the hassle. So, in terms of enforcing cultural norms, it worked.

It didn't really bother me though, because as I see it, it's one of the sides of "community". The old saw, "it takes a village to raise a child" - that means your fellow villagers will sometimes call you on things when they think you're not doing right by your child, and will sometimes tell your kids to do what they think is right when you're not around. So, yeah, I got told to bring my newborn out of the wind. I also sometimes tell my neighbor kids not to do something in our communal playground that will lead to injury ot breakage.
I also sometimes tell my godchild's mother when I think she's bundling up my godson too much.
I lived in a tight neighborhood from the time I was 5 until I was 11, then I moved to a very small town, where I lived until I went away to college. It was such a small town that the weekend I decided to bob my hair, that was one of the big pieces of news for that Friday and Saturday night. By Monday at school, people came up to me and said "Oh, I heard you cut your hair!"
Community is wonderful, but it doesn't come for free. People will talk and notice and comment. Sometimes it will infuriate, and other times it will amuse.
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