This Yank didn’t get to grow up with her either; I learned about Misty online, in the mid-2010’s.
(Something I regret. There’ve always been raucous, bawdy, and wisecracking vamps targeted to the Adolescent Male Gaze, but Misty was a horror hostess specifically addressing tweenage girls rather than their big brothers: she was the cool aunt who’d let you play with Ouija boards and stay up late watching contraband Video Nasties, and hers was the demure and ethereal glamour of the Gothic romance heroine.
She also regarded horror as Serious Business; no creaking doors or groanworthy puns for Misty. The Misty Midnight World was a dangerous place, but Misty was the guide and guardian who’d navigate it with you.)
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(Something I regret. There’ve always been raucous, bawdy, and wisecracking vamps targeted to the Adolescent Male Gaze, but Misty was a horror hostess specifically addressing tweenage girls rather than their big brothers: she was the cool aunt who’d let you play with Ouija boards and stay up late watching contraband Video Nasties, and hers was the demure and ethereal glamour of the Gothic romance heroine.
She also regarded horror as Serious Business; no creaking doors or groanworthy puns for Misty. The Misty Midnight World was a dangerous place, but Misty was the guide and guardian who’d navigate it with you.)