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Maybe there is a lesser-known German word for this poison thing I do, which is to semi-consciously attempt to make other women feel bad for wanting different things than I do. I\u2019ve been doing this since about forever ago, and I do it often enough, http://www.twitter.com/ which is too much. When I encounter women who participate in a stratum of the girl experience that I think is below all of us \u2014 blithely excusing fuck-man behavior, but sparring with women in ways that are subtle and noxious \u2014 I will drop in my own judgments, as if I\u2019ve never loved a dummy or vied for social position.

This is my lowest self, an exhausted version of the more tender me who gets that moving through life with your head up and heart right is sometimes impossible. My better angels are not involved in the self-satisfaction of realizing the woman beside me at a manicure (where rings \u2014 wedding, engagement, and otherwise \u2014 are laid beside you while your nails are attended to by a woman who usually asks, directly or not, about what your rings, or lack of rings, indicate) is wearing a monster diamond \u2014 and that she definitely is listening while I go Christian Louboutin Outlet off about the absurdity of monster weddings, the corniness of monster rings, and the implications of monster expectations around what should be all love and joy.

There are very few differences between the ways I idealized and envisioned my engagement and marriage before and after they happened. My proposal was perfect and private, and except for an anxious brunch in my parents\u2019 WASP-command-center dining room, I didn\u2019t announce my engagement anywhere outside my email outbox. I didn\u2019t have a bachelorette party, a shower, or a registry, in part because the only people at the wedding were our parents and the way-laid-back minister of a rural church. I posted nothing, but I did, a little weirdly for me, change my Facebook status to \u201cmarried,\u201d so satellite friends Christian Louboutin Shoes would know.

Except when my boyfriend, pre-engagement, put the ring decision in my hands, all \"Peace I'm out!!,\" I spent a couple of days intermittently online, looking at rings and dismissing almost all of them for familiar reasons. I wrote an email to Tiffany, asking if they could produce one of their signature rings \u201cwithout the excess,\u201d or something, which is just adorable ring psychosis. But, I ended up staring like a mesmerized puppy dog at the many-tens-of-thousands-of-dollars, art-deco-sugar-mountain of a ring that I\u2019d once chosen as \u201cmine\u201d in some fantasy exercise with a friend (even though I would always choose \u201cfreedom\u201d or \u201cvacation\u201d over any individual item). As if it was walky-talkied from the base camp of my desires, I found myself wanting exactly what I thought I didn't.