A Heretical Heathrow Heathen, she is. Possessing thoughts antithetical to the sacrificial rites of the emergent order is anathema and shall be corrected or punished forthfuckingwith and in jolly good order. This is what it looks like when your antiquated existing societal pillars and mores are subsumed by the emergent new kid on the block. Out with the old and in with the nothing new under the historical rhyme time repeating clouded autumnal sun. Bend, bow, kneel, genuflect, prostrate and submit to the once and future new old gods or pay the price, Love. There's a good lass.