I mean, there must be a line for you somewhere that makes it not boxing

When you're on the ground wrestling? Or when you start to use your feet as offense. Really, I've always used boxing as a vague synonym for street-fighting. (And what little I do know about boxing indicates that rule-breaking -- like head-butts and biting -- occur all the time. So "boxing where the rules are being broken" comes into my head before "not boxing" does.)

I find that any of the Really Precious stones are so fraught with "I might lose it!!" that I almost never wear the ones I have. So I'm just as happy to have semi-precious, like garnet, or not-particularly-precious, like cubic zirconia. I can't tell the difference by looking, and the sense of danger doesn't happen.

I have my engagement ring and my great-grandmother's wedding ring. I would have loved gg's ring as my engagement ring, but I love my engagement ring. I picked it out.

Girls old and men get cold....

the appeal of diamonds.

They're really sparkly.

I'm not a big jewelry person. The only pricey jewelry I own are teeny tiny diamond studs in white gold in my ears that were a gift from my parents. My one and only ring is silver. If I were to get a ring, it would be an antique ring with an emerald-cut emerald. But I can think of a million other things I'd rather spend the money on.

Or when you start to use your feet as offense

Ahah. I thought you were responding to my "it looks like boxing until I kick him in the nuts" with dirty boxing, as opposed to not boxing.

I admit to insiderishness, but it hadn't occurred to me, even before I got into the martial arts, that boxing was anything else. Boxing's the sport of punching. So went my semantics, and I'm still good with that.

They're really sparkly.

Lots of faceted gems are sparkly. Some of them are even in colours I think are pretty. Most diamonds, NSM.

And we all lose our charms in the end...

My engagement ring was something my DH had made from his Grandmother's original wedding band and a tanzanite stone from a ring his mother had. It was a completely unexpected gift, since I was inclined to tell him "don't buy me an engagement ring, put the money in our house downpayment account -- that's more important to me." I love the ring, and in the days after I got it I'd find myself staring at it because it was so sparkly, but it doesn't match our wedding bands at all, so if I wear it, I put it on my right hand.

I have a nice diamond solitaire engagement ring with a wrap wedding band. I feel sort of guilty because I hardly wear it anymore. the wrap tends to catch on clothing, towels and skin. I've scratched the kids more times than I can count so I pretty much ditch them (the rings, not the kids) on a daily basis and only wear them when I'm going out (and when I can remember to put them on).

What I should do, is find a nice regular, plain wedding band that I like and get one so I can wear it in a more utilitarian setting.

But I'm not really a jewelry person.

Ahah. I thought you were responding to my "it looks like boxing until I kick him in the nuts" with dirty boxing, as opposed to not boxing.

Oh, that's true. I think kicking in the nuts may get a special exception, since it's so awkward to punch somebody in the nuts. (Especially if you're taller than the possessor of said nuts.) Really, if you want at the nuts in a not-nice way, feet are the way to go.

(Feel free to explain why 4 out of 5 martial artists disagree!)