Plastic in All the Wrong Places
As if turning 50 weren't bad enough all by itself, once again, poor beleaguered Barbie has come under attack for all of the same old reasons. She sets an impossible physical standard for girls. She adds a sexual component to the play of children. She's an airhead. (Well actually, that one's true. She is made of plastic, after all.)
And so on...blah, blah, blah. Frankly, I have yet to meet a young girl who wants to be Barbie. Let's give our daughters a little credit. They're smart enough to know that walking around on tiptoes forever would be ridiculously painful. As for the Dolly Parton boobs? No little girl goes to sleep at night dreaming of becoming a double D. It's only after some boy starts making fun of her in middle school that a girl starts to feel inadequate in the breast department. Barbie has long been relegated to the closet by that point.
As for the sexual component, don't you need parts for that? Last time I looked, neither Barbie nor the asexual Ken were remotely equipped to do anything more than pretend kiss.
Which brings me to the question: Is anyone examining dolls aimed at little boys with the same scrutiny to which the masses subject Babs?
A few weeks ago, I found myself in the toy aisle of a local store searching for a birthday gift for a young boy. Recalling my son's fascination with wrestling when he was small, (I know, I know. That's a nightmare for another column.) I headed towards the action figures. There, among the soldiers, cowboys and comic book heroes, were the wrestling figures.
How can I put this delicately? Well, I can't, so I'll just say it: Every doll was sporting a well-endowed package.Continued on the next page