They say diamonds are a girl’s best friend, but I don’t know about that.
Diamonds and me — we’ve been a little on the rocks ever since I decided that I would rather have an engagement necklace over a ring.
I guess I should explain. Even before reading the essay that prompted this blog post, I’ve never been the type of girl who wears rings. I always thought they looked pretty, but if I ever wore a ring, it would end up in my pocket before the day was out. I just don’t like wearing them. My fingers feel hindered.
And then there are engagement rings. I have no engagement plans on the horizon (or even in a few years), yet I’m starting to see a trend. People seem enraptured with engagement rings. I see Instagram photos of them on Facebook when a woman gets engaged. People want to know how big the diamond is. One of celebrity gossip’s favorite topics is discussing which actress received the priciest ring.
It’s weird. I don’t see that much emphasis placed on men’s engagement bands.
Besides engagement rings signifying an outdated concept — that the women is taken property — I just don’t like rings. But I wear necklaces every day. So why shouldn’t I get a necklace instead? I would actually wear that, and it’s just as arbitrary as an engagement ring or bracelet or nose stud.
I won’t be surprised if a woman reads this, scoffs, and says, “That’s not what engagement rings mean anymore. I’m happy with mine.” It’s fine if it works for you. I just like necklaces better.
In fact, I wouldn’t care if I didn’t receive anything at all. I don’t need a guy to buy a diamond to prove himself. The poor schmo already has if he’s dating me. (Just kidding. Really.) I just don’t get the hoopla of receiving an engagement ring, besides following tradition and the obvious and incontrovertible fact that diamonds are shiny.
Does commitment mean nothing if I don’t have a chunk of carbon to prove it?
So anyone who wants to get betrothed, you can consider this blog post an affidavit of sorts: You don’t need to get me a sparkly engagement ring.