My ass.

I recently saw the movie Blood Diamond, which provided just a small glimpse into the violent world of diamond trade, and I tell ya, it’s enough to make me never want to buy a diamond for as long as I live.

Honestly, I never understood it’s appeal. It’s a rock. A bloody useless friggin’ rock. It does nothing except to prove just how utterly vain and shallow women (especially American women) are. A man’s love for such a girl is worth nothing to her unless he goes out and recklessly spends $5000 on a piece of sparkling rock (from which human blood may have been shedded for), something she’ll probably never wear anyway except on special occasions. That’s money that could pay bills, be used to buy nice clothes, or for taking a really sweet vacation to Prague.

I dunno, maybe it’s just me, but it just seems criminal to spend that kind of money on a piece of bling bling that won’t do anything except make some girl look good (sometimes). It’s certainly not for the guys, that’s for sure. I can’t even tell a diamond from a zirconia, so what do I give two flying leaps what kind of jewelry some two-bit ho bag from uptown is sporting?

If a girl truly thinks diamonds are her best friend, then she’ll never be any friend of mine. You feel me, dog?