I’m not proud, but I can’t be the only one. When another woman is the proud owner of a big ol’ diamond engagement ring I think, WOW that girl is really loved. If it’s a budget-sized normal ring, it’s just not as exciting. There was a girl I used to work with, and the teeny tiny size of her diamond chip was sad news. I never even saw it, just heard how subtle it was. I felt bad for her and that high school promise ring posing as something more.
Oh sure it’s about love, not the diamond. But it’s the big sparkly stones that get our attention. So maybe it’s a very shallow scorecard of how we did or didn’t do in the love department.
Lucky girl, he loves her 3 emerald-cut carats worth!
What is it about a big ring? Like a fancy new car or a 500$ purse, it says to everyone Hey I’m special. Or at least my credit card is.
That bullshit telling us how many months salary a guy is supposed to spend, heard it was invented by the diamond companies to sell more shiny. Would you rather have a down payment for a home or an impressive piece of jewelry? Don’t answer that.
Especially in LA, where image seems to matter most. It’s not an easy city to be down to earth in. Driving my 10-year old car cause it gets great mileage, I’m often alone in my practicality, but mostly I just don’t care. And I’d go broke trying to keep up.
So you’d think I wouldn’t give a shit about some showy thing that proves something or other to some people. But I do. And I don’t.
Size shouldn’t matter. But it always does.