Diamonds Are Bullshit
If you're looking to marry a woman who is the equivalent of a diamond -- a pretty thing to have with you always (well, until she gets old and decays, on a much shorter time scale than the diamond) -- and she wants a diamond, give her the dang diamond. You're not marrying her because she's already thought about blood diamonds and wondered why diamonds are still expensive when they can be made in the lab from a very abundant element. You're marrying her because pretty! Shiny! Shoes!<p>If you want to marry someone intelligent, you may find that she considered the content of this blog post long ago and is astounded at its popularity on Hacker News, and she would prefer a ring from a bubble gum machine, or one made from ash from that volcano you hiked together, or an heirloom or something.<p>When I decided who to marry, I kept in mind that intelligence decays much less reliably than looks. But your mileage, gentlemen mostly it seems, may vary.