God is a Woman

On another blog today there was an exciting post and discussion about the various religions and divinity. It caused me to think. (Always a dangerous thing, I've been told.) I've come to the following conclusion.

I think there is absolute proof that god is a woman.

Wrinkles.

If god were male, women would become slimmer, sexier and drop dead gorgeous as they aged. Each decade more unbelievably beautiful than the one before. Being a woman, however, she is jealous of anyone with any beauty approaching her in age, so she damns them with wrinkles. Not just any wrinkles, but sliding off of your face in mega folds wrinkles. And boobs that droop to the navel, and chin whiskers that make grandma look like a mutated cat. Oh, yes. The deity is definitely female. And she likes boys better.