My first wife was raised in an Evangelical family and never missed an opportunity to get up on her high horse, if only to repeatedly demonstrate that she knew fuck-all about the Bible. And she frequently lamented our being "unequally yoked" -- usually after I busted her for her hypocrisy.
Of course, she was right. We were unequally yoked -- just not in the way she thought.
Of course, she was right. We were unequally yoked -- just not in the way she thought.