I always have. I considered being one at one point in my life as did my mother. I liked the idea of living in a contemplative society, thought I’d be better suited to a monestary since I tend to have better friendships with men than I do with women. There’s also the matter of not being very religious. Interested in religion yes, and philosophy but just not
I studied nuns , beguines and anchoresses in grad school. Julian of Norwich taught me much and I lived for years rereading Hrotswitha of Gandersheim’s plays .
I also like their clothes.
I would have totally collected nun dolls, if I’d know about them. But I’m thinking that would make me even weirder than I already am. I’m stocked up on weird as it is.