I'm sitting in a meeting in which I have almost nothing, I mean really NOTHING to contribute, and it is also Nap Thirty, and I just now found myself looking around the table and spontaneously imagining how my colleagues would have looked in Olden Times, sort of like they were all characters in Anne of Green Gables or something. You know how Lucy Maud always described the crap out of even the most minor of secondary characters? That's how my mind was operating. All y'all ladies: you have buns. If I like you, you might have puffed sleeves. If I don't: corsets.