Swiss luxury jeweler Shawish has revealed what it’s calling “the world’s first diamond ring”, an all-diamond 150 carat blingtastic thing of gaudy beauty that’s valued at $68 million. You gotta look at it, gasp, sigh, and wonder how long it’ll take for Claire’s to make a costume jewelry version that will probably give you some kind of rash but achieve the same effect for $4.99.
I’m not sure who this ring is intended for at that price, but as someone who has never owned a real diamond, $68 million sounds almost as ridiculous as $20,000 or $10,000 or any amount that could buy me a car instead of a little shiny ring. I’m sure that the day will come when the man of my dreams pops the question with a ring in hand that will be too small for my ideal liking or placed in my less-than-favorite setting, or cut into an unappealing shape, but I’ll be so happy to have found the man of my dreams that I’d ever object to any expression of his commitment to me. When it comes down to it, diamonds are pretty to look at and everything but I don’t get the big deal. And I definitely cannot wrap my head around women who insist on having a ring of a certain size or measure the worthiness of a proposal by the size of the rock. At least, that’s what I like to believe about myself.
Very few of us openly admit that we’re shallow, so sometimes we let pop culture do it for us. Do you remember when Aidan proposed to Carrie on Sex and The City and she was upset because the ring was pear-shaped? Or did you catch last week’s Real Housewives of Atlanta when Sheree hovered over her future son-in-law vetoing any ring in the jewelry store that she deemed too small for her little princess? These people are particularly shallow examples, but is there a part of us that understands where they’re coming from? Or is the cultural cliché about women and our love for diamonds overblown?