Back in the 80s, I remember hearing an off colour joke about Michael Jackson once.  "What did Brooke Shields' gynecologist find?  Michael's Jackson's other glove." At least there was no question whether Brooke was Billie Jean or his lover.  In case, as Jackson himself confirmed, "the kid is not mine." He even moon walked to prove his point, and there's no refuting the walk. I myself once took a test from a doctor names Paterniti.  Afterwards, I swore I was not the father.  I wondered if I had been inappropriate, but I was reassured the joke was OK, but she probably wouldn't get it because of the language barrier. Before Billie Jean, there never was a question that bull fighters and politicians were sidesteppers, and even when the latter weren't sidestepping they kept you stepping like some kind of Philadelphia dancer climbing some Stairway to the Stars .  But between rodeo cowboys and toreadors, you earn your bread from the subtle...