Just for conversation’s sake…
…Say we were regulars at a bar or pub or members of a social club or something, for what would be almost literally decades at this point.
And then, one day, a portion of the regular members came in wearing Groucho Marx disguises. And not the cheap Halloween store ones but some seriously fancy getups. You couldn’t tell who they were by appearance at all and nobody was allowed to ask who they were pre-Groucho nor frame their relationships with who they were pre-Groucho even if the Grouchos revealed who they were directly and/or indirectly.
You were not allowed to say, “That’s Bob, remember, they guy who said and did __?” You would be told to address them as “Groucho #x”.
So, the conversation topic is:
We’re saying that the Groucho side is the not creepy side in this affair. Do I have that right?