Tact

What a marvelously compact and delightfully spelled word! Of course, I have a rather confusing relationship with tact, only ever seeming to have a lot of it when I am near some of my more immediate relatives. Their display of lack practically turns me into the soul of urbanity by comparison.
When, as a child, I discovered there was such a thing as tact, I immediately assumed it was nearly magical, perhaps a something like a superhero power, supposing the superhero were British, and had to meet the Queen. Tact seemed to be so powerful that one could literally be able to show up at a party stark naked. There might be some mild protest, but one would always have a defender:

"Oh, but he is ever so tactful!"

Yes, to my young mind, tact seemed more powerful than clothes, which, if you think about it, generally makes sense in the superhero genre. Anyone with a superpower immediately loses all sense of style (as well as propriety), as if creating a highly improbable and embarrassing outfit was a necessary part of their transformation. So surely there would be a superpower out there that could ameliorate the situation?