Let us turn to bishops who had some standards.
I have been researching the two-thousand-year war on dancing. The anti-dancing clerics come off as a bunch of spoilsports and wet blankets. Every now and then, however, one can see that a bishop might have legitimate objections. After he stopped laughing, the bishop tried to put an end to this French custom:
The bishop of Grasse prohibited the jouvines de Câreme, a Lenten festival with beribboned boys and girls dancing as a preliminary to a competition for who could piss the furthest, to the encouragement of rolling drums. (from John McManners, Church and Society in 18th Century France)
Just the boys, I hope. Trés français.