Here's my take on it..
You don't really hate the ring. You just hate the pressure it comes with. On the other hand, the women don't really love the ring, they just love what it represents. And not the bigger the rock, the stronger the love,... it's how much he knows who you are. My ring rocks. It's no where near a diamond.
Here it is.. since receiving my ring from my fiance :
The cool girls go : "Oh my gawd this is soooo cool! It is fun as hell! It is so you!"
The not-so-cool ones go : "Oh my gawd... he gave you plastic? Diamond really isn't that expensive.. are you sure he's really that into you?"
I'm thinking to myself : I would really love a vintage diamond ring just so I can show it off to those bitches and make them shut their trap, or they can continue to talk about clarity till they are blue in the face and all they get is an expensive wedding, debt, and nothing else.
Meanwhile, I will be travelling the world with my sexy boy.
Women and society are the ones putting pressure on their men with rings. I'm happy as long as I can show off my guy. My ring: cute, fun, kiddy. I don't need a diamond, but I want one that is ME. Cute, fun, kiddy, not 100% me, I AM 30, but he tries. He's a good guy. I have no complaints. But I still want what represents me. If this is how he sees me, then I am showing off this ring with a beam and a twinkle. One day he will know that I am more than this. But right now, it is all good
He cares enough to find a ring. He wants to be with me. We have tons of fun with the ring (i know.. imagine that!)
THAT!... is 'my' rock.