I had a housemate in college who attended a Wicca group. He never DIDN'T have on a pin stripe suit (minus the hacket) with a black cowboy hat and pewter pentagram necklace. He reeked of B.O. (not a fatty though). His room was knee high in garbage.
Then he started bringing over this 40-something woman from his group (with pewter ankh necklace). She was the definition of matronly and mousey. They would have screaming loud sex for 3 hours a week. Like, so loud you wanted to bang on the wall and shout for her to stop faking it.
Ugh. I get the feeling she chose her religion to be somewhat interesting and mysterious but nothing can dig her out of the boring pit of boringness that is her soul.