" The trouble is that when one person lowers their standards in a domain, often another person has to compensate."
Not always. Many of my "standards" are mine alone and don't relate to anyone else.
I like to spend time catching up with my children- although teenagers, I like to take to time to listen, to talk , to make sure I keep up with their ever changing and developing world, to hear about heir friends, their teachers, listen to their triumphs and worries.
To me that is having high standards regarding communication.
I have standards in little things too, I like to make sure we always have a good supply of stationary in the house, when they were younger that meant paint, glue, craft materials, scraps and glitter so they were always able to make a birthday card or have entertainment on a wet Sunday.
Now they need pens, pencils, good paper, spare memory sticks, staples, paper clips, spare folders, erasers, envelopes, notepads, ring binders, to get that last minute project licked into shape.
Every Sunday night I take their pencil cases from their school bags, and sit sharpening pencils, replacing worn rubbers, make sure they have working pens etc, then quietly put them back. I see my OH smile as he sees me doing my pencil case review.
I have been doing this for several years neither they nor I have spoken of it, but I know they notice, and for me it's a loving gesture to wish them well in the coming school week.
I won't bore you with my tool kit, suffice to say I have a screw, nail, tool, picture hook, battery charger, plane, saw, for every ocassion in a big tool box I bought myself 30 years ago. Most men in my life have had a secret envy of my tool collection. To me that is a high standard too.
Like others though you could write your name in the dust on my shelves.
I gave my iron away 17 years ago and have not ironed a single item in that time.
That may be low standards to some, to me it is unimportant.
Standards can be a very personal thing.