Aaaaaand hopelessly earwormed. Damn you, wee Teppy!

Who'da thought / we could be lovers?
she makes the bed / and he steals the covers....

I'm safe...an earworm I don't know.

And now I'm also eyewormed with that stupid video with the Cheetoos Cheetah.

I'm safe...an earworm I don't know.

You never saw the video? Paula sang with Arsenio Hall, and there was some cartoon cat, too.

When I saw that video I couldn't help thinking, "Babe, that's not a case of opposites attracting, that's bestiality. Seek help."

Me too, Kristin--with a side of, "Am I supposed to recognize this cat from something?"

Yeah! I saw that, but I guess I'm thankful not to remember the song itself...the downside of being such a mimic is that I pick up every earworm, ever.

Being a historical reinactor has played hob with my ability to understand that most people don't have a mental gallery of what the time period would look like.

I have similar issues from having read historical fiction (and a lot of historical fact) by preference all my life. I discovered halfway through my last book that one of my writers group members was picturing my women in big Victorian hoopskirts. And another is always asking questions like why Anna is wearing a hat when it seems like it'd be more comfortable/practical without one, or which is higher ranking out of a duke and an earl. I have to keep reminding myself those actually aren't stupid questions for someone who hasn't studied much history or read historical novels. But I'm still not going to explain that kind of thing within the text, partly because 99% of my readership if I'm ever published will be people who already read historical romance and have some prior knowledge, and also because I use fairly deep POV, which limits how much I can explain anything my characters take for granted.

Thanks, SusanW. If no one (Edith Wharton) had ever embedded these cues in the text, I would know nothing about social hierarchies.

Not that the subject is less opaque to me today.