Dinner at Commonwealth, the return of DK, and scotch eggyness (and cask ales, and scotch-scotchyness) bring on a number of esoteric debate topics, such as whether dinosaurs go to heaven.
More important than discussion of gender construct (like this book or the fact that I was recently "no homo"'d) is the question of whether god showers.
My side: No, why would god shower? Cleanliness is by definition next to him. He doesn't need to shower - he can just, you know, wish himself clean, or wish himself the pleasure associated with a nice hot shower. ("Wish" isn't the right word, but, you know, pretend I used whatever theologian-esque word god would use to make something that is not actual into something actual.)
The other side: Forget about the utilitarian thing! SHOWERS ARE NICE! Not the feeling of being clean, not the feeling after the shower - the actual shower is nice. Why wouldn't god want to feel something nice?
I paused, harumphed. And then said, "But if god is after 'nice,' why wouldn't he just take a shvitz?"
And that, my friends, is how you invoke the ghost of Pussy Bonpensiero to win a debate about whether god showers or not.
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