If you get invited to a function with a group of twenty-something young mothers simply because you have a baby and regardless of the fact that you are in your forties, and you happen to end up at a table with dinner companions who are training for a triathlon and have absolutely nothing to add to the conversation because there's the whole policy you have that you run only if something scary is chasing you, DO NOT try to fill in a gap in the conversational flow by mentioning that you know all of the dance moves from "Beat It".
Because if you do, there will be a sudden and notable silence that fills the room and lots of puzzled looks and barely there shoulder shrugs and then you may as well mention that you once went sparking with Bing Crosby for all of the good that little gem of a revelation did you.
Oh yeah. I'm bad. Shamone.