And don’t get me started on toilet seats.
June 15th, 2007 | by Scott Jennings |All this time I had been making a moral case against diamond engagement rings, resting my argument on the highly questionable practices of the De Beers cartel and the horror that was the Second Boer War. Now, I haven’t had this conversation deeper than the academic level, but I do know that if I marry, I’m not going to start a life-long partnership by supporting a company who gained their property rights through slaughter.
As it turns out, I had been missing the social and microeconomic cases. Fortunately, Slate (just click the link, snob) picks up the save.
This:
is funny because it’s true. It’s not the relationship I want to any degree. It’s not about the money; if I could afford a mayonnaise tub full of diamond rings, I still wouldn’t want any part of an unbalanced partnership. Gender roles suck, and if the rest of them are free to go, then let’s make this one next.
Future wife, you know that I’m compassionate and flexible and adaptable, and I don’t put my foot down often, but I’m afraid this is one of those times.
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