For some reason we became obsessed with the show He Man and The Masters of the Universe, which played every weekday at four in the afternoon on TV 44 KBHK in the greater Bay Area. This was before all your Cartoon Networks and Nickelodeons and whatnot, she wrote, sounding old af.

Jane spurns the bill and takes the wallet instead. Finally, George arrives at work. He smiles, puts his feet up and goes to sleep. So is it funny because Hanna-Barbera has just called women money-grubbers and men idiots?

We watched with horror as Bugs was shot by Elmer Fudd, only to see him wink at us as he lay on the ground. Our fear was suspended for one hour each Saturday morning; no one would die and no one would suffer. There is no real pain in the world of Looney Tunes.

To talk to animals, I wonder if I’d have to get on all fours, hands and feet in the dirt, to make my tongue move in lion-speak, wolf-speak, hyena-speak. I wonder if it’d be as easy as Eliza Thornberry made it out to be.