At the independent, fundamentalist Baptist church I grew up attending in the 1980s, legalism was a staple, and the rules were seemingly endless. Skirts (or something called culottes) for women and girls, long pants only for men and boys, and dresses and ties on Sunday morning. Good Christians didnt dance or go to Hollywood movies. They didnt smoke, cuss, or drink or hang around with those who did. Music wasnt allowed unless it was Christian, and regardless of the lyrics, it wasnt Christian if it had drums, an upbeat tempo, or was written after 1895 (or thereabouts).