Before surrendering yesterday I had ample opportunities to watch women enjoying their shopping, usually with a man in tow. The woman would say (for the 200th time that day), Oh, This Looks Cute, or cyyooooot as they intone it. The pitiful man's shoulders would slump. Most of the men showed a suffer-in-silence heroism that would have humbled the most severe of ancient Stoic philosophers.
Santa Fe is a veritable laboratory to test your own pet theories. For instance, consider all the New Age religions here. Are they more popular with women than with men, the latter merely dragged along, just like the shoppers?
Here's a normal and attractive church somewhere in New Mexico. Wait a minute...
Santa Fe is a veritable laboratory to test your own pet theories. For instance, consider all the New Age religions here. Are they more popular with women than with men, the latter merely dragged along, just like the shoppers?
Here's a normal and attractive church somewhere in New Mexico. Wait a minute...
Long before the 'Church of What's Happening Now Baby' grooved away, a man living near the site of old Carthage confessed that he had been converted to Christianity by his mother. And then St. Augustine established Christianity on a solid enough foundation to last to our day. Were women far more important in the triumph of Christianity than historians admit? Are the New Age women in places like Santa Fe or Sedona taking the place of Christian women back then?
What a fine project it would be to put this pet theory to the test here. After wearying of the Moonbeams, I could drive twenty miles to Pecos to study rural folks in their Bible churches, and then go back to Santa Fe to study the Church of the Holy Green, Global Warming Synod. Perhaps this sounds like a strange idea for an RV traveler. After all aren't we just supposed to travel from park to park and take pretty pictures?
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