This post may be called Doll Envy, but it should more accurately be called "Why I Hate Barbie". As this is the gift-giving season, and as we all run about buying into the commercialization of Christmas, my husband recently asked me why I hate Barbie so much. (He overhears me grumbling about her everytime I see her on the shelves.)
He claims to be a smart man, however, he followed the initial question with a theory of his that a tall, blond woman stole an old boyfriend of mine. Not true, I assured him. Most tall blonds are scared of tall redheads, duh.
No, my detestation of Barbie originated much earlier. In fact, I can never remember liking her. My sister, however, was a Barbie-freak. She still to this day has the jeep she got when she was five or six or something. I really don't know why I didn't like Barbie back then - I never really was a doll person (you are surprised, I know.) Books and baseballs were my entertainment of choice. I do know why I don't like her now.
I don't like anything that sets an example for someone to be an impossible ideal physically, while at the same time downplaying hard work and intelligence. I mean, seriously, most coffeetables have a higher IQ.
Now, I am not a feminist. I am quite traditional. Traditional in the sense that I come from a long line of women who helped carve out homes in the wilderness - tough old gals who a man could rely on to not feint at the sight of a mouse/badger/mountain lion/indian/etc. We don't do weak. We believe you should get what you earn. To earn something you must be smart and hardworking. Matching your hooker heels to your swimsuit does not qualify.
And don't get me started on Ken. There is NOTHING about that guy that I would want in a relationship. Pretty boys just aren't my cup of tea. (El Hubbo if you are reading this, you are ruggedly handsome - which is many steps above pretty boy. LOL)
All I am saying is, nowadays, girls have better doll options. I love American Girl dolls/stories. Even the Disney Princesses manage to be able to take care of themselves. Let's hear it for the smart girls! Maybe, Barbie could earn my respect if she wrote a reasoned argument against gun control in this country. But, last I heard Shotgun Barbie hadn't hit the shelves.
Yes, El Hubbo and I spent the greater part of an evening debating the merits (or lack thereof) of Barbie and Ken as compared to other dolls. We're intellectual that way.
I know this post will offend some. Especially my sister (aka Barbie Freak). It will probably incite her to try to get Barbie a permanent address in my house. She should be warned, however, I will get even. Now, go do something better with your time than contemplate Barbie. LOL
He claims to be a smart man, however, he followed the initial question with a theory of his that a tall, blond woman stole an old boyfriend of mine. Not true, I assured him. Most tall blonds are scared of tall redheads, duh.
No, my detestation of Barbie originated much earlier. In fact, I can never remember liking her. My sister, however, was a Barbie-freak. She still to this day has the jeep she got when she was five or six or something. I really don't know why I didn't like Barbie back then - I never really was a doll person (you are surprised, I know.) Books and baseballs were my entertainment of choice. I do know why I don't like her now.
I don't like anything that sets an example for someone to be an impossible ideal physically, while at the same time downplaying hard work and intelligence. I mean, seriously, most coffeetables have a higher IQ.
Now, I am not a feminist. I am quite traditional. Traditional in the sense that I come from a long line of women who helped carve out homes in the wilderness - tough old gals who a man could rely on to not feint at the sight of a mouse/badger/mountain lion/indian/etc. We don't do weak. We believe you should get what you earn. To earn something you must be smart and hardworking. Matching your hooker heels to your swimsuit does not qualify.
And don't get me started on Ken. There is NOTHING about that guy that I would want in a relationship. Pretty boys just aren't my cup of tea. (El Hubbo if you are reading this, you are ruggedly handsome - which is many steps above pretty boy. LOL)
All I am saying is, nowadays, girls have better doll options. I love American Girl dolls/stories. Even the Disney Princesses manage to be able to take care of themselves. Let's hear it for the smart girls! Maybe, Barbie could earn my respect if she wrote a reasoned argument against gun control in this country. But, last I heard Shotgun Barbie hadn't hit the shelves.
Yes, El Hubbo and I spent the greater part of an evening debating the merits (or lack thereof) of Barbie and Ken as compared to other dolls. We're intellectual that way.
I know this post will offend some. Especially my sister (aka Barbie Freak). It will probably incite her to try to get Barbie a permanent address in my house. She should be warned, however, I will get even. Now, go do something better with your time than contemplate Barbie. LOL
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