Uh oh.

[kyburg]

Has anyone else been watching the Helzberg Diamond ads about 'you're not THAT guy SO COUGH UP A ROCK...THREE OR MORE IS BETTAH'?

We have.

Um.

I expressly told Jim not to get me diamonds. Ever. One, they're boring. Two, I can buy them for myself if I suits me to do so. And three, the fashion in which they enter the market is so bloody, I don't want to ruin your day going into the details.

No. Romance != diamonds.

However, this one ad did spark a bit of discussion.

[Poll #1135374]

Considering my trepidation, it should be obvious at this point, right?

Yeah, 'Those Guys' do exist - I got one of them - and damn, I ain't getting pw0ned on Valentine's Day by him. *starts considering alternatives to Hallmark*

I seriously doubt the advertiser had that in mind when they made the ad.

Comments

[stoneself.livejournal.com]

I ain't getting pw0ned

lol!

[miwasatoshi.livejournal.com]

Diamond ads give me a rash.

[squeey.livejournal.com]

Yeah, too much blood on real diamonds.
There's always (man-made) cultured diamonds should the need ever arise.

[bluemoonpnw.livejournal.com]

I've said don't buy them ever too.
The only person to ever buy them for me took them back and did sooooo much damage, even if they weren't bloody I wouldn't want them.

They're just not me anyway. I'd rather get pop rocks.

[betnoir.livejournal.com]

I refused to allow Himself to get me an engagement ring.

First off, I prefer opals to diamonds.

Second, the way I whack around in filing cabinets, I would have been likely to damage the setting.

Third, diamonds as luxury items are nothing but an artifical market created by the De Beers cartel. And I refuse to buy into that.

Fourth, yeah, blood diamonds/conflict diamonds.

[rarity.livejournal.com]

*points* Fruits Basket icon!

[moropus.livejournal.com]

They are only fun to have, shiny rocks. If your SO gets emotional because you won't/can't buy a shiny rock so expensive the rock needs a body guard, leave them.

I have diamonds. They are pre-owned. We were married a year before the first one came along. We were dead broke in the early years and his 1st wife was such a harpy, he declined to give me the pre-owned shiny rock until after the 'year and a day' period that they had way back then.

And no, they weren't pre-owned by her. That would have been tacky beyond belief.

My mom also has several pre-owned shiny rocks, mostly because she is one of the few females in the family in her generation.

Get some paper and write out what you really feel, if the greeting card industry offends you. They make me feel like a pancake with too much syrup whenever I have to buy a card. Completely flattened, sticky, and sweet enough to be a health hazard.