Random anecdotal memory

After a night of partying and drinking, a hungover and groggy Tallulah Bankhead found herself at High Mass at the very high church Episcopal church, St Mary Magdalen. As the acolyte came by her pew during one of the incensations, she leaned over to him and whispered:

"Darling, your dress is divine, but your purse is on fire."

PS. When I was an untouched and unmolested altar boy back in the days of the old Latin Mass, we wore a cassock and surplice.

A new nun was given charge of altar boy training and decided that we should also wear starched collars with red ribbons. We hated it. It made us look and feel like the fussy doll pictured below.

My first experience of female power in the church.