Rings are socially relevant demarcations of sexual availability. Diamonds are just shiny rocks. Frankly, rings with any stones in them piss me off. They catch on your clothes and rip your favorite fucking sweater, and it’s laundry day so you can’t even grab something else because your other clothes are soaked in vomit because projectile vomiting all over a crowd is the most reasonable course of action when you’re a dumb asshole dicking around on a balcony on new years, apparently.