No, we don't worship Satan. No, we don't practice human sacrifice. No, we don't eat babies.
Gods. Is there anything more boring than Wiccans being earnest?
Give me satire over earnestness any day of the moon. The stereotypes are a tool, up there with wands and athames, handed to us on a silver pentacle.
Back when, here in Paganistan, the Besom Brigade used to show up at the Heart of the Beast May Day Parade, black steeple hats and all, doing their precision broom drills down the middle of Bloomington Avenue while chanting cadences about eating children.