I shared some of my life once with a nubile female theologian who was at the time embroiled with a thesis on St Paul and in particular his views on the way things end. By way of a sort of a celebration of something, her completion perhaps, we got her a T-shirt made up to say
Miss Pauline
Eschatology
19--
whatever year it was. God. I don't know any more. It could have been 1982 perhaps. She wouldn't wear it because she was so built that -- unless exactly one of you or her was at that time lying down -- you could only read the top bit which said
Miss Pauline
and her name was Mary; she claimed that it was too confusing.