During a recent conversation with fellow blogger Mean Amanda, I learned an interesting fact about her.

In all her 25 years, she's never, not once, seen Star Wars.

I'm a Star Wars fan — not so much a nut. I've never worn a Padawn learner's hair braid or anything. I don't know the names of obscure characters. OK, I do, but still, for me Star Wars comprises a meaningful part of my childhood, fused into my psyche, a true cultural signpost.

So it was a shock to the system to hear this from her. And it forced a question.

What is it like to live amid near-infinite cultural references to something so universally experienced when you've never experienced it yourself? Is it akin to being a minority or a foreigner living in an unfamilar country? Sure, you pick up the phrases and the habits around you over time, but maybe not the associations.

Or maybe seeing Star Wars isn't even necessary to "get it," culturally speaking. Maybe one can fully partake in discussions regarding Wookies, lightsabers and gold biknis anyway.

Deep thoughts. Our conversation soon shifted to more familiar and shallow waters.

"I will watch Star Wars in order to get laid in the future," she said. "The guys I like, they know Star Wars."

The Force is strong with this one.