Is religion the new black?

So first there was this. Then today, it poured in biblical proportions like something straight out of Evan Almighty the days of twosie-twosies. And now, Marie Claire has this great post about "A Week of Living Biblically." Inspired by A.J. Jacob's new book of the same name (save for it's a year, not a week), MC editor, Cleo Glyde attempts a week sans gossip, designer clothes and makeup (the horror!) in the name of "being a better person."

Here's how things kicked off:

MONDAY, 9 A.M.
Full of hope, I take out cash for the week to avoid credit cards: "You shall not borrow" (Deuteronomy 28:12). I wait for a green light on an empty street-no jaywalking; it's a civil law. But when a monster, gas-guzzling SUV passes by, I automatically think, God, what an asshole. I'm appalled-an uncharitable, negative thought and taking the Lord's name in vain (Commandment Three) before lunch!

9:30 A.M.
All the womanly fun I take for granted-skirts that swish, floaty chiffon blouses, costume jewelry, and full makeup-are verboten (1 Peter 3:3: "Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, gold jewelry and fine clothes"). Ecclesiastes 9:8 narrows it down: "Let your garments always be white"-and mixed fibers are a no-no. Done: This week, everything I wear is 100 percent cotton. Despite working in a building where hems bubble, blowouts reign, and designer accessories are more emblematic than a sheriff's badge, I replace my Furla red-patent clutch with a charity feed bag in reversible sackcloth. I am totally defanged as an urban player.

Could you do it? H&B hates to back down from a challenge but come on? No hair products? No AmEx? What is that quote, "Give me fashion or give me death?" What are your deal breakers, sinners?