i've had the displeasure of going through a shopping trip in dubai's gold souk. the heat, the throngs of indians, and, of course, the gold. i mean the amount of ugly yellow is mind-boggling, tons over friggin tons of it. and all looking the same, all so ugly. but even then, the biggest mystery remains the fascination the ladies have with it. again, a cultural stereotypical fascination with what it means rather than what it is. it's yellow metal, for fsm's sake.
but no, look at me, i'm wearing a kilo of gold, that MUST mean something.
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