When I was little, my mom was one of those moms. Y’know the sort. Dress their daughters up in the fluffiest laciest thing they could get their hands on. Living dolls. Yep, that was me
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The idea of a Barbie hobbit is exhilarating, in a way. Actually, just the idea that you cut Barbie hair impresses me all to lost buttons. ;)
Did your lone-warrior Ken doll have molded plastic undies to cover his peepee, or did he have The Nub?
With dragons and slavery and deep themes going on with good and evil and piratey Barbie
*dies* Dragons AND slavery. Yer damn right those are deep. Go for the throat, babe. People need to know not to screw around with dragons. :D
I remember when I mentally retired from Barbies, too. It was pretty sad in a vague, nondescript sorta way. I know just what you mean. Not absent girliness, but absent storytelling potential.
Did your lone-warrior Ken doll have molded plastic undies to cover his peepee, or did he have The Nub? He had the nub which terribly depressed me. My father the doctor had impressed upon me at an early age what the female and male body looked like so I was none to impressed by Barbie's attempt at the male form.
Your Barbies were badass! Mine had complex stories, but they were typical. Ken cheated on Barbie with Skipper (gasp!). Stacey felt too pressured to be perfect because of her older sisters and moved out at the age of 13 to try and make it big in the world of circus arts (I was big into circus back then).
So yes, I've always been this weird :D
I love that your Ken doll was quite possibly gay, too. Nothing like three-year-old fag hags!
I never had a Barbie. My cousin did, and we were fascinated by all the little shoes and clothes and stuff, but as I am three years younger than my cousin, being allowed to touch the Barbie was a rare occasion.
But as an adult I've observed that most Barbies do not live in a world of gentle care. They are usually naked, often missing a limb, occasionally chewed upon, and loved so much that they are the victims of every storytelling impulse known to little girls. Boys do it to their "action figures" too, and not always in ways that their parents would want them to do it in public.
The best thing about putting all your childhood stuff away is getting past college and the first few years in the big wide world and then pulling out the bits and pieces and playing with them almost exactly the way you did when you were six -- only in your head, rather than out loud.
But as an adult I've observed that most Barbies do not live in a world of gentle care. They are usually naked, often missing a limb, occasionally chewed upon, and loved so much that they are the victims of every storytelling impulse known to little girls. Boys do it to their "action figures" too, and not always in ways that their parents would want them to do it in public. You can always tell when I have really enjoyed a present when it's mangled and ripped in some way.
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Did your lone-warrior Ken doll have molded plastic undies to cover his peepee, or did he have The Nub?
With dragons and slavery and deep themes going on with good and evil and piratey Barbie
*dies* Dragons AND slavery. Yer damn right those are deep. Go for the throat, babe. People need to know not to screw around with dragons. :D
I remember when I mentally retired from Barbies, too. It was pretty sad in a vague, nondescript sorta way. I know just what you mean. Not absent girliness, but absent storytelling potential.
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He had the nub which terribly depressed me. My father the doctor had impressed upon me at an early age what the female and male body looked like so I was none to impressed by Barbie's attempt at the male form.
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So yes, I've always been this weird :D
I love that your Ken doll was quite possibly gay, too. Nothing like three-year-old fag hags!
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Maybe we're born into it with our DNA. Like gay people.
Schweet.
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But as an adult I've observed that most Barbies do not live in a world of gentle care. They are usually naked, often missing a limb, occasionally chewed upon, and loved so much that they are the victims of every storytelling impulse known to little girls. Boys do it to their "action figures" too, and not always in ways that their parents would want them to do it in public.
The best thing about putting all your childhood stuff away is getting past college and the first few years in the big wide world and then pulling out the bits and pieces and playing with them almost exactly the way you did when you were six -- only in your head, rather than out loud.
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You can always tell when I have really enjoyed a present when it's mangled and ripped in some way.
I've always been a rather messy person.
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