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My bat mitzvah reception was held at 2 p.m. in a small private dining room in Rosslyn, Virginia’s China Garden restaurant. It had wall-to-wall carpeting and served soup with pork in it, and when my friends tried to lift me up in a traditional Jewish chair lift, my father asked them to put me down. Still, I’ve looked back at that early 2000s afternoon with nothing but fondness. That is, until now.

I first laid eyes on Tiffany & Co.’s multi-heart tag bracelet when Racked reporter Chavie Lieber posted it on Twitter:

It was then that a swell of pickled, kosher lust burst forth from my densely coiled loins. This is the bracelet for the queen of the bat mitzvah girls.

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It’s the iconic heart tag charm bracelet, given to the richest of 13-year-old suburban brunettes, except it’s $85 more expensive and shouts, “You only have one tag, bitch, I have all the tags. I am queen of the tags! Go ahead and suck on this clit while I mix-belt my haftorah portion!” It’s a trophy bracelet of Jewish girl teeth, of bat mitzvahs you skipped and, in your absence, ruined. Of families that have sent themselves into bankruptcy trying to recreate your nighttime Broadway-themed Park Hyatt party, where everyone got king-sized candy bars to take home, as well as a key chain video recording of them lip-syncing to one of a choice of four different Sutton Foster songs with the tap dance break.

This is the one bracelet to rule them all, and I have to have it.