I go sometimes with the husband, and I actually kind of like it now and then.
I don't know, something about sitting in that funny little mosque with all the other women up on the carpeted floor and just taking one hour out of a Friday to sit and relax and think is still therapeutic to me.
Yes, in my head I'm scoffing at some of the sermon, and yes, I know I wouldn't be treated as kindly if I were being honest, but
still. Something about the whole setup forces me to relax and slow down for that one quiet hour, before the absolute clusterfuck of everyone trying to get out of the mosque's parking lot all at once happens.