So what? So obviously you cheat on your wife every chance you get. Duh.
I have worn my ring for over 46 years now and nearly the only time my ring is off is when it has been resized. That’s because twice I nearly lost it. One time I came back from gardening without the ring. I went back and dug around a while and there is was. The second time was in a vestibule of a friend, obviously while getting boots off. But that was easy to find.
I don’t understand this idea of a ring as a mark of bondage. To me it is a mark of bonding.
I usually wear my wedding ring. However, I take it off for sleep (my fingers swell during night, making the ring uncomfortably tight), I take it off when I’m baking, handling/dressing raw meat (for obvious hygienic reasons) or doing mechanical work, and if I’m hiking, camping or hunting, the ring stays at home. Sometimes I forget to put it on in the morning before going to work, but that’s no big deal, neither to the Ms. nor to me.
Huh? For me, it simply conveys “(s)he’s married”
That’s strange. I wasn’t aware that a surname marked me as married to any random onlooker. Huh.
My wife put my wedding ring on my finger during the wedding, and it didn’t leave my finger for the next five years, not for one second.
Last year, because the old white gold ring was getting mighty battered, I picked out a style I liked better, made of tungsten carbide. We went back to Vegas, to the garden chapel where we were married, and at the same time we were married five years earlier, she took off my old ring and put the new one on me. It hasn’t left my finger since then.
Nicely put, thank you.
For the OP: the Other Shoe and I got married checks calendar almost three weeks ago. He wears no ring.
Yet.
He is in the process of making the things (promised me he’d have them ready for Christmas - hi, honey!) so he gets a pass, and nobody here or IRL gets to say jack shit about it. 
I’m currently wearing a sort of placeholder ring: an old ring where the original setting had fallen out, and he replaced with a tiny piece of the same cherrywood that makes our coffee table. It doesn’t even fit on the traditional ring finger anyway. I love the thing.
I assume it’s this thread, where, when a woman is annoyed by being called by her husband’s first name, instead of her own first name, it’s a “funny,” no, “hilarious” overreaction.
OP sounds like anti-feminist drivel to me. Partners of both sexes are equally expected to wear a wedding ring. Only partners of one sex are expected to change their names.
Not that these expectations are wrong, they simply are, they exist, and I’m pointing that out.
I’m pretty sure it’s meant to be. It would be much more successful if
- both genders weren’t expected to wear wedding rings
- wearing a ring were as burdensome as changing a name and
- comparing a ring to a name in terms of identity weren’t silly.
We both wear our bands. She hates diamonds (huzzah!), so she wears the opal ring I bought her as part of a wedding set.
Attack is such a harsh word…as if anyone could be attacked on a message board. :rolleyes:
It’s more of a satiric jab, not at women who choose or even wish to keep their own names…which I truly believe is every woman’s right, but at women that get enraged when someone mistakenly or even formally on an invitation calls them Mrs. Husband’s Lastname.
Now those that said there’s no comparison to rings and names because with rings, both parties get rings, but with names, only one party changes. Well with rings, only one party normally get’s a big diamond cluster, while the other gets a metal band much like the ring put into a bull’s nose to be led around like cattle! :eek:
Mine rarely leaves my finger. Once it slipped off and got lost; after a few months we replaced it and then (of course) found the original. So I have a backup ring, even.
Well. I’m pretty sure Jonathan Swift has nothing to worry about.
Wearing a ring simply says “I’m married, committed to another individual”, and both parties are expected do it. Changing a name says “I’m a different person now” and only one party is expected to do it. Fuck that.
And honey, if you wanted a big diamond cluster, you should have asked.
It’s traditional for both parties to wear a plain wedding band. The woman additionally has an engagement ring which she may or may not choose to wear.
I have no idea why you have such a problem with this. If you don’t want to wear your ring then don’t. If you don’t want to change your last name, then don’t. But don’t expect your wife to do either of those things if you aren’t.
Day 17… gettting used to it but sometimes it does feel like I have a band-aid wrapped around my finger and it has changed the way I type.
My grandfather was another who couldn’t wear his ring regularly – he was a deliveryman for a dairy, and used to haul those big tubs of ice cream (you know, the ones they use in ice cream parlors?) There was a danger of him getting any rings caught on the lips of the tubs, and they weren’t permitted to wear jewelry.
Meanwhile, my grandmother didn’t wear her original engagment ring, because she had lost the stone years ago. So for an anniversary (I can’t remember which one), my mom, my aunt and my uncle all chipped in and bought her a replacement ring. (Which she gave to my sister a few years ago)
Another one I knew of was a teacher of mine. He said his wedding ring no longer fit him, so his wife gave him another ring.
As for the OP – :rolleyes:
Got one and love it. Tungsten carbide so it doesn’t scratch or deform like gold. Looks kinda like a gear–works on so many levels.
I’m all about being owned and so is the missus. To each their own I guess. If I wanted to be independent I’d be single.
What about people who call me that as a snotty, passive-aggressive snipe about me not changing my name, deliberately, repeatedly, in full knowledge that it bugs me? Am I permitted to be pissed at them, O Great One? 'Cause those people are the ones who enrage me. People who don’t know, or slip up once or twice…meh.
Neither of us wear rings, he never really did and I got out of the habit after my hands started swelling really badly and making my ring uncomfortable. It doesn’t matter a tinker’s dam to me whether he wears it or not–who gives a shit if he looks married so long as he acts married?
It could, but it doesn’t – at least not as I and every married person I know sees it. The ring signifies commitment, not ownership.
It might be otherwise if only one property wore a ring – say like a BDSM slave colllar.
Removing the wedding ring when one goes out of town isn’t about releasing one’s true self. It’s about making cheating easier (or, rather, makng possible a wider variety of cheating partners).
I hate jewelry. I cast off my high school class ring as soon as I could and could never be arsed to get a college one.
I only take off the wedding ring when I’m bathing or doing something that would make wearing it unsafe. If I had a job in which I regularly had to do so, I’d place it on a necklace so I could keep it close.
ETA: And the thing about women changing their names is not a good comparison. It’s much easier to cast that as being about ownership, because typically only women have done that (in English and American cultures, I mean) and it has not been uncommon, historically, for women to be treated as chattel.
Again: men who take off their wedding rings when they go out of town on business are doing it to facilitate cheating.