"When she's ready for that very special diamond..."

When she's ready to hock her identity, independence and sexuality in exchange for a half-a-year's-salary gaudy hunk of compressed carbon (to benefit rich jewelers and the warlords of an impoverished African dictatorship), which you hope will be returned to you a year later when you divorce so you can sell it for half its original price, the ubiquitous diamond dealership of your choice will be waiting.

Happy Valentine's Day.