The judgmental honesty of past decades has almost fully given way to political correctedness, but old ladies still got it (and at the supermarket, they flaunt it).
We were at Trader Joe's a little while ago, with our daughter in the shopping cart seat. This made it easier for her to attract the attention of strangers - much to her delight, even when she feigned shyness. An older lady, probably in her 70s, came up to us, gushing. "Oh my, those cheeks. She's adorable." Then the inevitable Q&A session of the not too-busy-for-everything elders. "How old is she" followed by "does she talk yet" and then a nod so thick with reserved judgment I almost apologized.
She wasn't old-school enough to lecture me, but was not eager to express how "ok" it was, how babies progress differently, that hearing two langauges temporarily slows speech development, or that her own kids did not speak until high school. I would expect this latter response from a mom of my generation, and it wouldn't do much more for me than this lady's blatant smirk. I appreciated her almost-direct honesty, however unsolicited, and if she had proceeded to teach me the way they forced langauge on kids when she was parenting, I might have taken some mental notes before rolling my eyes and marvelling at how much more enlightened we are these days.