@ganymede My mother basically lives off the Kool-Aid of the fluffiest of all possible reads of Catholicism.
As an example, one of our biggest arguments in recent years involved her gushing wildly about a martyr. Apparently, said martyr was a princess, and some evil king wanted to marry her. She had 'promised herself to God', however, and even as this dude and his army plowed her country and her people into the dirt and killed many over this, 'isn't she an inspiring role model'.
No. No, she's really not an inspiring role model to me. Gross as it may be, back then, 'is a princess' means she had one job: marry some asshole for a political alliance. "Nah, I'll just let thousands of people I'm responsible for die because I'm way into this Jesus dude," being 'totally cool and inspiring' kinda overlooks those thousands of dead people who didn't get a say in any of this, and that's seriously horrifying to me.
"Well, they died for God!" does not make that shit OK.
She was egregiously offended and defensive that I even noticed the thousands of dead people in this tale, let alone considered them relevant in any way.
That's the level of 'fluff' and denial that's in every one of these convos. It's literally no different from talking to the people I used to know from a LARP group who were 1000% sure about the fairy realm and how they really belonged there, where everything was 'perfect'.