Tradition, not romance
I have never understood how something as seemingly important as marriage could be proposed rather than discussed. I have never understood how people can spend hundreds (often thousands) on an engagement ring rather than, perhaps, an engagement sofa (or car). I have never understood the point of ‘being engaged’. These things may have had a point years ago, but these days it’s just fake romance, tradition and an excuse to spend money on jewellery.
So, you can imagine my shock when I read ‘A man’s guide to marriage: the proposal’ in yesterday’s Guardian. Thankfully there was a brief flurry of sanity in the comments, but I’m still astounded that it appears that a lot of women wait to be asked yet will not let their partner choose a ring to mark the occasion. Seriously? You don’t trust him to choose a diamond you’ll like yet you think he’ll be able to translate your telepathic messages about getting hitched? If you want it, ask… just like you’ll do with the ring.
I only want to get married if it’s legally necessary to do so and, hopefully, by that point civil partnership will be available to all. Either way, I still don’t get the ring thing. Surely wedding tattoos would make much more sense as a true sign of mutual devotion? Or perhaps I just watch too much sci-fi.