Diana Gets a Diamondish Ring

There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion. — F. Scott Fitzgerald

Dames seem to love diamonds, and Diana’s no exception; I’m not sure what the appeal is, to be honest. They don’t plug into anything. They don’t have high resolution screens. They don’t beep, boop, or bop. And if they have keyboards, I haven’t been able to find ’em.

But just because I don’t see what’s so gosh-darned great about diamonds, it doesn’t mean that I should rain on Diana’s parade by talking trash about what she treasures. In fact, I’d go as far as to say that I was more than happy to go the extra mile and get her something diamondish for big ol’ ring around her finger. Now she looks like Wilma Flintstone (or maybe Betty Rubble?) with this giant rock weighing down her hand.

That’s some modern stone age bling right there!