I lived in Stamford Hill
right in the middle of the Hassidic community for one summer, and if you saw the ridiculous things those people get up to because they thought God has dictated they did it, you would piss yourself.

If there was indeed a God and he genuinely wanted women to shave their heads and wear awful nylon wigs, and not lock their doors every Saturday and thus leave themselves wide open to burglary, I personally would struggle to revere such a perverse, Beadle-style practical joker. Their existence seems like some kind of ludicrous game of 'Simon says'.

God says 'wear a dressing gown'.
God says 'walk around the perimeter of your community in a weird procession once a year' etc.

No he fucking doesn't.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Sat 3 Apr 2010, 18:19, Reply)