An anecdote about the church getting all up in your bedroom biz.
Thinking about another post talking about rules for the bedroom, I remember a funny incident I had with local leadership.
I don't know if this is the case any longer, but there was a time not too long ago that the Bishop's Handbook said that couples should talk to the bishop before they consider permanent birth control measures. We were done having children – we had... a good sized number of kids even by mormon standards, and we were done. My wife and I were (are?) snarky boundary pushers, and we knew this fact about the handbook, so we scheduled a meeting with the bishop to discuss my upcoming vasectomy with him as any proper mormon ought. Important detail: We didn't tell him this was about my procedure when we scheduled the meeting.
My wife and I were surprised to see the bish and both of his counsellors in the room when we arrived for our meeting. Turns out that these three men had been getting an earful about us "disrespecting" (not blindly going along with) one of our kids' young women's leaders, and they thought this was a counseling session to soothe our hurt feeling over church gos. Fact is, we had no idea that any of this was going on behind our backs and simply didn't care.
They started the meeting with a prayer, and asked us if this was about what Sister >!redacted !< had been saying about us? "No, Bishop. We didn't know about that. The Bishop's Handbook says that couples are supposed to counsel with the Bishop before getting permanent birth control, so we're here to talk about my scheduled vasectomy."
The bishop failed to hold back a snort of surprised laughter, one of the counsellors turned bright red, and both of the counselors quickly excused themselves from the room. We then proceeded to have this conversation with the bishop, which ended up mostly being showing him the page of his handbook where this information was found.
Ah, mormons.