Ok, story time.
My stepmom's sister is a crazy wiccan woman. Her husband is a high priest of something or other. She makes soap, and her daughter's name is Tabitha.
AND I'M NOT LYING.
Each Christmas we see her, we get soap. Like that rough kind with all the oats and stuff in it. At first, we got it like 10 yrs ago, before I saw those kinds of soaps at those Body Shop type stores, and I thought it was some freakish crap soap that would turn me into a Thespian or something.
And incidentally, 80% of these pictures of wiccan women match her description: 250lbs, glasses, long brown hair wearing something with fringes.