Took me a loong time to get those, particularly Tan Gogh. Sometime in the aughts, I started pronouncing Gogh as Gawk because I had learned that was close to the Dutch pronunciation. Oh my!
I remember those moments: suddenly, your child who had morphed into an snarky bickering critic reveals herself to be a child again, wonder and delight all over her face.
During the Nixon debacle, there were only 3 news networks and a lot of slightly-away-from-center newspapers-magazines. We shared a common reality, mostly. Now, we’re fragmented into our own little cliques where we hear-read-see only the views we want.
DON’T DO IT!