No matter which of these stories I told, I would always end with the line about how my father was so strict he wouldn’t let me watch movies, listen to rock music, or go to dances. Nine times out of ten, the girl’s eyes would widen and she would say something like, “Oh my God! Your life was just like Footloose!”
If you’re the kind of person who keeps tabs on the latest from fundamentalist Christians in the US, the story I’m about to link to might contain some facts you…