I came across this great blog post today, written by a young, attractive female hospital chaplain: Paging Chaplain Barbie. “Chaplain Barbie” relates this experience:
Patient: “You don’t look like a chaplain.”
Me: “What does a chaplain look like?”
Patient: “An old man with wrinkles and white hair.”
There is a scene almost exactly like this in A Murder in Mount Moriah! I know this happens to women in a lot of professions (engineering, math, and science are obvious examples), but there is something about a young female religious professional that can be particularly difficult for folks to get their heads around. Hooray for the real Reverend Lindsay Hardings out there!
