When I was in seminary I went to a campus ministry Mass with another friar. Right off the bat I noticed that 90% of the congregation was female. Why? 1) the walls of the round chapel were painted shocking pink and 2) decorated with drawings made by 2nd and 3rd graders; 3) the music was happy-clappy Oprahesque goo, including 4) versions of the Gloria, the Sanctus, and the Agnus Dei that required vigorous clapping and bouncing. At the beginning of Mass 5) the swishy presider introduced the officers of the Catholic Student group: 6) all rather butchy women in sensible shoes (ahem), one of whom commenced 7) to berate the gathered souls for their poor attendance at some sort of lefty solidarity with some oppressed group or another thing. One of 9) the womyn served the Mass as an EM, running around the chapel with a plate full of 10) consecrated bread (fully leavened and sweetened, btw) 11)asking people: "More Jesus?"

There was one poor frat boy who looked like he wanted nothing more than to die and be absorbed into the floor. His girlfriend was constantly ribbing him to sing or whispering urgently in his ear to participate. I told the other friar afterward: "He'll never step inside a Catholic Church again."