As I walk to the train station, I feel a flutter of anticipation. Mingling with the other morning commuters, I am unusually conscious of the middle finger on my right hand. Will anyone mention it? Or even ask me out on a date as a result?
My excitement stems from the seemingly subtle, though not particularly stylish, pale green ring I’m wearing. A ring that is intended to alert strangers to the fact that I am single — and expressly