The Question: Did you break your own rule—regarding the impropriety of rapping women of pallor (excluding Debbie Harry)—in order to definitely not impress upon a beautiful young kangaroo of a Melbourne-and-raised spectroscopist (you may remember him from such anecdotes as: the time the author slightly exaggerated an interest in learning the rules of cricket, based on a very real interest in the rules of Whack-Bat, toward encouraging ANY sort of conversational interaction) the pervasive hegemony of American popular-culture IN the middle of a fairly fancy scientist dinner at a high end Swiss restaurant?
The Answer: Does a bear shit in the far far far West Philadelphia woods? (Like Central PA far.) It was kind of glorious as it came from a place of truthiness: on a playground WAS where I spent most of my days. An indoor voice was used, if that makes it any better.
Later, I totally got appreciative nods from the other Aussies at the table for dropping some science vis à vis the 90’s animated series “Rocko’s Modern Life” and giving a scene by scene verbal description of the Men at Work song most appropriate to their home.