Elizabeth Anscombe and her husband Peter Geach were like that to an extent. She was somewhat Gertrude-Stein looking, no make-up, wore pants, smoked a cigar (this was in the l950's!) and her mentor, the philosopher Wittgenstein, called her "old man".
This did not stop her and husband Peter Geach from having a good marriage, having seven children, being good parents to them, and saying the Rosary together every night. They were just a good Catholic family in which mom was a Cambridge analytical philosopher and rather a dyke.
I guess this is not the first time I've said I love her (Link)
She proves to me that I can love what I don't understand.
I’d have trouble with analytical philosophy and cigar-smoking, myself ;-).