scrawls
still cheaper than therapy*


11.12.06
on leo dicaprio and bling and africa
You know her: the person you thought was normal, was nice, conscientious, globally aware, and she can talk about current events and politics and poverty and malaria, so you can assume she knows about people who don't have choices, until you see her dripping in diamonds. At every social function, season upon season. More and more and more and more diamonds. Big honking ones, too: three or four in each ear, and a few on her neck, and that engagement ring is at least two carats all on its own. at which point you wonder if you know her at all; the person you know on non-social occasions is neither tacky or ostentatious, and would probably be insulted if you called her flamboyant to her face. And you wonder if you're supposed to mention, you know, atrocities, and ask her if all that jingly is Canadian or synthetic. i mean i know where mine came from and i'm still a little oogy about supporting the whole industry/cartel/fashion/thing.

And wearing that many diamonds is a political statement.

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