Like the Amish and Druids, Mormons are good people who are sometimes the object of ridicule of those who don’t understand their peculiar beliefs. While such ribbing from ignorant outsiders is typically benign, it can prove especially damaging to the soul and psyche of the faithful when it comes from within their ranks. That’s why Chad Hardy is November’s “Brown I.”

An excommunicated Mormon and pseudo-graduate of Brigham Young University, Hardy is hawking a calendar called “Hot Mormon Muffins: A Taste of Motherhood,” which features 12 mothers who claim membership in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in kitschy, vintage pinup poses. Shot scandalously in centerfold format with oversized imagery, each month also has the featured floozy’s favorite muffin recipe.

It’s the latest outrageous calendar from Hardy that maliciously mocks “Mormon stereotypes” (whatever that means). Before the muffin calendar, Hardy pimped “Men on a Mission,” a three-year series of calendars that featured 12 male church missionaries who doffed their signature white shirts and posed with their buff, rippling torsos exposed for the whole world to see. Only someone with a perverted mind would dare associate a missionary with sex.

Hardy, a Las Vegas “entrepreneur,” lost not only his LDS church membership because of his disgraceful behavior, but also his diploma from BYU for breaking the school’s honor code. This just further proves that BYU should never again accept an invitation to play football in the Las Vegas Bowl.

The only thing worse than Hardy’s exploitation of 12 mothers is his blatant misrepresentation of Mormon women in general. Real LDS ladies wouldn’t dare be seen in public with exposed cleavage or side boob for fear of revealing their magic underwear. Such poses are so anathematic to the church’s core beliefs, the calendar might as well show the muffins next to a steaming cup of fully caffeinated coffee.

Moreover, with the exception of a post-NutriSystem Marie Osmond, Mormon women are not sexy. If they were, they wouldn’t have to settle for polygamous marriages. Instead, each would be able to get her own man, one she wouldn’t have to share.

Even the recipes in Hardy’s calendar are misleading. If they really did offer a “taste of motherhood” as the title claims, they’d call for breast milk, or at least a colostrum glaze.