The Ring

On Wednesday, our class headed to City Hall for a tour and discussion about the Bloomberg administration.  We all sat around the big round table in the conference room attentively listening as one of Bloomberg's advisors talked about her work in the public sector. But what did most of us remember most vividly?  It was the enormous diamond and platinum ring on the advisor's finger.  After the field trip, the "ring" always came up followed by a mention of its size and beauty.  It made me think.  That morning in class, we discussed the sanctity of marriage and Bush's proposal on preventing gay marriages.  I thought about the lady I saw on the subway and how happy she looked when gazing down at her obviously new ring.  I thought about the man my roommates saw in Tiffany's buying an engagement ring a week before Valentine's Day.  Would it have mattered if the woman were in high spirits because she was going to marry another woman?  Would it have mattered if the man in Tiffany's were buying a huge ring to give to a special man to prove his love and devotion?  Isn't the main purpose of marriage to give your life to someone whom you love and with whom you want to spend the rest of your life?  In the end, does it really matter whom a person marries as long as they are dedicated and committed to each other?  While there are a few policy issues concerning gay marriage, most of my classmates seemed to agree that gay marriage should not be banned. Do I concur? "I DO."