She's bought herself a wand (forged iron is patriarchal!!!!), a gaudy pentacle necklace, and a size 2 pewter cauldron. She considers herself feisty, intelligent, and a sure-fire winner who can do great things for Wicca. The history of her new-found religion doesn't mean much to her, and she ignores the contributions and ideas of the various people who have shaped Wicca into what it is today. Better to rely on Wikipedia and gossip for history. Books are so last century!
After all, it's not a *real* religion, the way those nasty, dogmatic, patriarchal monotheisms are. There's no Bible. There's no right or wrong way. A forty year practitioner is no different than the person who just discovered Witchvox. It's about love and freedom and self-expression and doing whatever you want. You can make it up. You can talk to fairies. You can be a half-dragon/flying wombat/McWicca snack pack! And there's no one who can tell you otherwise!
When Suzie begins to interact with the local Pagan community, she doesn't approach people as a curious seeker or a serious, if new and unexperienced, co-religionist. She enters the door considering herself the most special princess around, and regardless of how much experience or perception another person might have, her personal assumptions entitle her to run the show.
You see, Suzie has fabulous ideas about what Paganism should be, how it needs to change to better suit her, and a long list of gripes about everything she personally feels left out of or is otherwise offended by. And she will move heaven and earth in making her voice heard.
The response from the community? If they pay her any mind at all, it's usually a resounding "Meh" before everyone goes back to their business. Maybe someone takes her to task, only renewing her crusade to rid the world of dogmas she personally dislikes. But generally? Nothing. The worst review is no review.
At this point, Suzie has one of two options. She can fess up that maybe, possibly, she might actually learn something if she shuts up long enough to listen and think about the things she reads. Or, since she considers Wicca to be a free-for-all, she can dub herself Grand Lady MoonSquirt and set herself up as an authority and start spreading her message to the world.
Suzie universally chooses the second option. There is always a would-be Martin Luther in any group.
Suzie disregards the need for study, and doesn't actually practice anything she reads about, but is really fucking dead-set on demanding the answers to her questions that are mostly already answered. Or would be answered if she engaged in her practice. Wicca is a mystery tradition after all, and even if you are going DIY, there are certain revelations that dawn on you over time.
But that requires work. Effort. Dedication to the Craft part of Witchcraft. All things that have fallen out of favor in recent years globally, but specifically among those drawn to Wicca. It's easier to bitch until someone spoonfeeds you the information than it is to find it for yourself. It's easier to be the Entitlement Fairy than it is to prove yourself as a serious, capable, powerful Witch. It's easier to fuck around in the shallow end than it is to jump off the diving board.
Suzie's story is an open-ended one. She might one day have a shamanic break where she realizes just how real this shit is and will begin to take it, and herself in connection to it, seriously. She might eventually get bored with it all, or run out of steam, or free-time, or money. She might even go back to her religion of origin, or pick a new one, and she will undoubtedly do great things for it.
It's really all up to Suzie to decide.
And that, boys and girls, is part of the Mystery.