Why do so many Southern Baptist men emasculate their voices, so that it seems as if they are channeling Mr. Rogers?
"Shucks. I am a simple plump bumblebear with pocketsfull of pastel yarn." Soft chuckle chuckle.
The women do their own version of it. Everything they say might as well be:
"I am queen of the fairy kittens and I only eat marshmallows with pink candy sprinkles."