On second thought, just keep it to yourself

By on May 21st

I love my huge diamond. I get this little rush from looking at other women's rings and knowing that mine is better. Photo: My engagement ring © by tarale, used under Creative Commons license.

So yesterday I got an email from someone who runs a website dedicated to the confessions of engaged women. I'm not going to link it because I found the site rather icky and repulsive … and evidently I wasn't the only one.

Here's the thing: I realize that there are frustrations to being a bride. But being engaged doesn't excuse the disgustingly superficial, prestige-obsessed whining that the anonymous brides on this site indulged in. Nothing does, really.

Missa deconstructed several of the superficial, tacky confessions and provided her own hilarious sass-backs. Here's my favorite:

I love my huge diamond. I get this little rush from looking at other womens rings and knowing that mine is better.
I get this little rush from reading your post and knowing that there will always be someone more pathetic than me, and it'll probably be you.

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