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“Do you really think that the guy who created heaven and earth cares what you put in your digestive tract?”

10.07.07 | art/books, Jane | 15 Comments

It might be the height of arrogance to think that God concerns himself with petty things like whether Mormons drink tea, much less tequila, and that Muslims and Jews don’t eat pork. I’m just glad to not be part of a religion that forbids something I really like, like hot chocolate with whipped cream. That might truly test my faith.

One of the biggest perks of staying with my sister is that we get cable, which means that I get House. Marcy gets The Office, Dick and Adam get Heroes, and the kids get Spongebob. It’s only a matter of time, I think, before Spongebob is connected with bizzare behavior of some sort or another; perhaps not violent criminalism, but possibly even scarier for being completely absurd.

There’s a Mormon character on House right now, a youngish black man competing for a fellowship spot on House’s diagnostic team. Last Tuesday, House goaded the Mormon character (he has a number, but I can’t remember what it is) into drinking tequila as part of a pseudo-diagnostic test that might save the life of a patient. House’s compelling argument was the “Would you pull an ass out of a pit on the Sabbath?” rationale.

The dialogue was well-written and fast-paced, though one mistake made it clear that no actual Mormons were consulted (use of “LDS” for “Mormonism”; just as you wouldn’t say “Catholic” when you meant “Catholicism”). Race relations, “magic underwear,” and the Word of Wisdom were all addressed in under two minutes. And in my humble opinion, Dr. House shared my disappointment that his argument, reasonable as it may be, so easily swayed the Mormon into a medical drinking contest. As House said, rational arguments don’t usually work on religious people, otherwise there wouldn’t be any.

I love House. He’s an athiest and a misanthropist. And he’s witty. One might even compare his tongue to a wasp’s stinger. When I was in high school and had a crush on Chris Hansen in AP Chem, my friends and I had a habit of assigning code names to our crushes. Levi, who eventually turned out to be not even a possibility was Apollo the sungod, and Chris, thanks to our reading of The Scarlet Letter, was Roger Chillingworth. And I was in love.

Irrational, then, that I married a most mild-tongued man. But I still have room for a major crush on awful, sarcastic, incredibly intelligent, Sherlock Holmes-wannabe Gregory House.

totally unrelated, but fun to read

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