Held as one of God's divine creations, Kings' and Queens' adorn their Crowns with Rubies, admired as a symbol of power.
In the digital world today, with young technical savvy entrepreneurs, holding 8 digits in their bank account, does that symbolism of power still hold true?
Or could it be a success gage; the bigger the stone, the brighter the red, the bigger the bank balance.
Or could it be, the rarer the piece, the allure of the persuasion, the conquest of a woman.
As I am paraded through the world's finest collection of beautiful ruby necklaces, ruby rings, ruby bracelets; all for adorning the female gender. Their total worth would take years of my salary put together. I could not help to wonder..... Made for women, by male craftsmen, sold by famous Houses owned by sons of original male owners, purchased by men to win over a woman's heart.
Quietly murmuring to myself, "how does such fiery red ruby adorn any girls' neck; seduction? dangling sexuality to inadequate fat-cats? "
Am I kidding myself? Such staggering dazzling gems shine like lazer beams crisscrossing the room.
No conflict going on in my mind; only why did I
No conflict going on in my mind; only why did I
care so much when I was just a blooming flower yet unplucked? As a feminist English writer Angela Carter once asked, "what is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many?"
Because when possession of such exquisite fiery red ruby from Myanmar, rests on such a fine décolletage; the lady in question holds power over her man, shoots her social position to stratospheric level. Using its redness with its strong associations with life's sustaining fluid.......much like blood ....the power of life.
It is high time I introduce myself - I am Ruby.
