One Halloween when I was in grade school, I dressed as Hong Kong Phooey.
The homemade costume consisted of a bathrobe and a mask. Didn’t even spring for dog ears or a make-up nose.
Still, I was greatly insulted when at a costume parade, the emcee not only didn’t recognize the costume, but didn’t know the character at all.
Sheesh. Those people had no sense of culture.
Just my thoughts,