Love Equals

I bought some professional artwork for my womenwriters site a bit ago, and the "subscription" for the last picture is expiring today, so I have to go in and find something or else waste the money. I don't need any more art for womenwriters right now so I was browsing various categories, speculating that I might put something on here as a new banner artwork image. When I typed in the keyword "love" I was surprised (?) to see that a full 9 out of the first 10 images under the keyword LOVE were either diamond rings or roses. The one exception was a happy couple hugging on their front lawn.

When did love become merely synonymous with diamonds and not hugs and kisses and human emotion? I am a fan of sparklies as much as the next person*-- my friends call me a magpie sometimes-- but come on! Who was the genius who arranged these keywords? It's sort of depressing.

*And yes, I DO know all the words to Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend and I do love dancing around like Marilyn in her lovely pink dress-- but there is a difference between smiling and thinking they're pretty and wanting one and equating the object quite unembarassedly as love. If Andrew could not have afforded the purty ring I wear, I would have been perfectly happy with a simple gold band. Love is waking up in the morning with someone, sleepy eyes and bad morning breath, and your legs and arms are all tangled up together so that you don't know where one ends and the other begins. And baking cherry scones and building a nest for a family together and massaging feet and saying "I love you" in all sorts of wacky ways. Not spending money on a piece of admittedly pretty carbon.