Always worth a condemnation of course, but what's called for here is the modern nun matriarch. I quite liked a few that came to grandfather's funeral last month in particular, you could tell they'd whop you over the head at a moment's notice but wonderful sense of dark humour, had me in stitches. It was quite nice meeting the parish priests, too. Turns out I'm just overly bitter towards the current generation of cloth takers, who knew.