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scrawls

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6.12.05

better bling

so during a part of the time we were in seattle, while we were with the alumni, i was (since i am, after all, a girl) surepptitiously checking out the other girls' engagement rings. And both of theirs were perfectly typical - princess or squarey or something, huge rocks, prong settings. i didn't get close enough to see the metal - but i'm betting at least one was platinum the whole way around. Not that there's anything wrong with platinum, at least. Huge rocks.

and i was thinking. at the time.

did these women - intelligent, informed people, both, and i knew most of them from college, where everyone seemed perfectly rational and caring and nice - did they choose these rings? did their men choose them all on their own, or did these women want those things? and while they're gigantic, they're certainly very nice, and i'd have to say so if one of them asked me, but i couldn't help but feel a little bad about how painfully obvious it was that mine was superior. (and so infinitely far more practical (and unique and gorgeous).) have they heard about the diamond mines and the exploitation and the cartel and the blood? do they seriously want to spend that much bank on one little, albeit glimmery, thing, or did they get flawed yellowy ones that i just couldn't see because of the poor lighting? and if they didn't know about the diamond mines and the exploitation and the cartel and the blood, should one tell them and make them sad and guilty about this object they're forever going to associate with their being in love?

scrawled @ 23:07