Pearls are incredible. They are the result of the oyster's way of protecting itself from substances that do not belong inside of it. The oyster combats the substance and in doing so creates the indelible pearl. Pearls come in many sizes, colors, and prices. Despite these variations, they always convey grace and beauty, their soft and circular edges in contrast to the jagged harshness of today's world.
So why would anyone associate such nature-generated brilliance that hangs around the neck of royalty with something that catches the monthly excretion of a uterine wall?
Seems tacky. But maybe its just me.
