I am going to unleash a frothing rant on how sick to death I am of advertisers and men and, well, women too playing to the stereotype that all a woman desires in life is a big, fat fucking diamond ring and a husband.
It’s like double-plus barf barf and one of my newest pet peeves guaranteed to produce a venomous rage. Lately, it’s the diamond in specific that enrages me and not the whole marriage idea in general.
Really, a diamond? ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I think if anyone did any research on the production of diamonds they’d stop wearing them pronto. And seriously, isn’t your money better spent elsewhere? On, oh, say anything else rather than a flashy piece of jewelery that does nothing other than say that you “belong” to someone else. Why is that the amount by which a woman is loved is measured by how big her rock is.