Growing up in a Roman Catholic household, my consequences-of-the-rhythm-method extended family mostly viewed Prots as falling into one of two camps. You had your normal-ass people, and then you had the Jesus freak zealots. Mygrandparents still generally tolerated said zealots because "at least they aren't Jewish/Muslim/atheists," in spite of those same people being the type to parrot, "BUT CATHOLICS AREN'T CHRISTIAN! YER GOIN TA HELL!"
Naturally, my various aunts and uncles were less than thrilled with my Catholic -> Pagan -> atheist arc, and yet they were never all that devout to begin with. There's a stand-up comic who did a bit about "part-time" Catholics who do the fish Friday stuff during Lent and only show up to mass maybe once per year and have to watch the old lady in the front to figure out when to stand/sit/kneel. That bit was fucking bang-on, and described my family to a T.
Yeah, that was mostly my family too. We were at mass every Sunday for a while, but I think that was just to gratify my mom's aunt and uncle, who went to an even stricter Catholic church that had Latin mass and women wearing headcoverings and everything. I was way too "adhd" to really absorb anything except the music (and also probably unconsciously my entire system of morality, but i got that outside the church too).
Growing up in a Roman Catholic household, my consequences-of-the-rhythm-method extended family mostly viewed Prots as falling into one of two camps. You had your normal-ass people, and then you had the Jesus freak zealots. Mygrandparents still generally tolerated said zealots because "at least they aren't Jewish/Muslim/atheists," in spite of those same people being the type to parrot, "BUT CATHOLICS AREN'T CHRISTIAN! YER GOIN TA HELL!"
Naturally, my various aunts and uncles were less than thrilled with my Catholic -> Pagan -> atheist arc, and yet they were never all that devout to begin with. There's a stand-up comic who did a bit about "part-time" Catholics who do the fish Friday stuff during Lent and only show up to mass maybe once per year and have to watch the old lady in the front to figure out when to stand/sit/kneel. That bit was fucking bang-on, and described my family to a T.
Yeah, that was mostly my family too. We were at mass every Sunday for a while, but I think that was just to gratify my mom's aunt and uncle, who went to an even stricter Catholic church that had Latin mass and women wearing headcoverings and everything. I was way too "adhd" to really absorb anything except the music (and also probably unconsciously my entire system of morality, but i got that outside the church too).