Speaking of perverted values, one thing I noticed today about Amy Robach, former beauty queen current MSNBC anchor, is her wedding ring. I can't think of a time when I have seen such a vulgar display of materialistic pride as that golf-ball sized rock she's lugging around on her left hand.Then I asked:
Oh, don't get me wrong. I understand the urge to buy such baubles of vanity (thanks, Dracula). Her husband is marking his territory, challenging all the other males who might have designs on his woman to "top my rock, bitch." Robach, herself, of course gets to parade it around saying, "See? He really loves me. He spent twenty grand on my ring."
The short answer?
How strong is her marriage if it must be propped up by pretentious status symbols?
Not very strong.
Come to find out, she's already divorced from the dude that bought her the Rock of Gibraltar and now she's married to Andrew Shue. Yeah, the guy from Melrose Place. (I ain't saying she's a gold digger...)
Just goes to show you, fellas. If you're going to mess around with married women, go for the ones with the big rings. Find one with NO ring? Forget about it. That woman isn't going to cheat on her man. You see one with a big vulgar "look at me" ring? Go for it.
Chances are good.