It may be the biggest non-story of the year. But folks are still kvetching about the United Airlines leggings story.

Nina put the controversy to rest yesterday when she pointed out bare facts about the leggings ban. It applied only to family members flying free on a pass.

That didn’t stop the cackling harpies on the View from jumping into this kerfuffle with inaccuracies. But of course, it’s all about body shaming! Anti-female policy! It’s interesting that Whoopi Goldberg is the voice of reason here.

Pastor Hans Fiene at the Federalist drives into the opposite lane to shame us all. We’re all guilty of being slobs on flights. And we need a little introspection here:

We Americans, you see, have developed a bad habit of dressing like slobs while flying, and it’s high time we experience some national shame over this.

Ouch. But he’s right.

Yes, the seats are cramped, the arm rests minuscule, and the pull-down trays shaky. The soft drinks and snacks are minimal, too. Why should we dress up for that?

And that’s your reward after you’ve run the TSA gauntlet. Many of us have had run-ins with some power hungry martinets there, and that includes me.

So what? writes Fiene. We’re Americans. We can face these indignities with propriety. And that means to dress like you own the tin can you just boarded:

But more importantly, shoving your sharpest duds in the face of hardship is the American way. If your ancestors dressed up for the 1918 flu pandemic and the Great Depression, you can do likewise for a four-hour flight next to an overly chatty stranger with a lack of self-awareness and an abundance of body odor.

It’s true. Americans did dress with dignity at one time, even during Depression and wartime.

Like these kids going to the movies.

And these folks strolling down a city street, the women wearing skirts while the men have donned fedoras.

I’m not sure that we should necessarily be wearing our best duds the next time we fly. But it seems to me that when you dress like a total slob on a flight, you’re showing not only disrespect to yourself as a person, but to your fellow travelers as well.

And then there are the flight attendants. Certainly they’ve seen it all when it comes to unruly passengers, but maybe you can be that nicely dressed passenger with the friendly demeanor who makes their thankless jobs a little less demanding. We all could use a little more congeniality these days.

Next month I’ll be flying from Kansas City to Seattle. I won’t be wearing dress clothes and pearls — my jeans will serve me well. But they’ll be my best jeans, combined with a nice jacket and some light jewelry. After all, not only do I want to present myself with dignity among the others flying with me at 30,000 feet, but I have a little grandson to see at the end of the flight. I want him to have a good impression of his “Mimi” when I arrive. That’s the most important thing of all.