Eeeuw.
Ya got the scenario of midwives screeching through the mud for midnight childbirth with all the trimmings (gender F); and there's the chilly dusty continuum of geology and architecture (gender M). Contrast with the original liturgical neurology of living bonds of connection and affection, a household with a Head.
Don't they all (to enter the home territory of contemporary revisionism) "feel" rather different?
