Slutty skanky Barbie was destined to arrive sooner or later.
I mean taking into account the success of the beyond appalling Bratz doll phenomenon, Mattel, (who sued the Bratz creator AKA devil incarnate and lost), had to compete somehow. Frankly, I don't blame them in that respect, but I don't like this. Not one bit.
The last thing we need is yet another doll encouraging little girls to dress like trampy whores. And Mattel went way too far - she's covered in tattoos!
Look, I like tattoos... I do... In fact, I have one... but they're wildly inappropriate for young girls. Also, truth-be-told, I now regret getting mine. Fortunately, it's nothing unattractive or bizarre - just my middle name in Japanese at the base of my back. Yes... it's a tramp stamp. That's what they've come to be called much to my dismay. Anyway, I was 18 when I got it. Clearly I was just waiting for the second I could legally have someone color my skin with permanent ink. I remember when my mom first saw it. I was in a bikini a few years later and had completely forgotten about the thing. I heard my mom's voice behind me saying, "What on earth is that?" to which I sheepishly replied, "Oh... that. That would be a tattoo mom," to which she replied, "Well at least it's tasteful."
At 34, I still like tattoos, I just don't really like them on me. And see that's what's so perturbing about this doll. Even at 18, I was still too stupid to know I'd regret getting a tattoo down the line and I never even had any dolls sporting them. Had I seen any, I may have done even more damage by becoming a repeat customer of Sunset Tattoo.
Sadly, this doll is likely going to compel many, many young girls to get inked and they're probably going to regret it one day too. I hope I'm wrong.
man oh man. what happened to our society?
ReplyDeletefor the record, I think skanky Barbie arrived a long, long time ago :)
ReplyDeleteGood to know Dani. Clearly I've been out of the loop... but isn't this the first tattooed, mini-skirted, pink-haired Barbie? I have to think she out-skanks the others.
ReplyDeleteI had a Superstar Barbie. She wore a pink boa, pink high-heeled kitten slippers, a long pink satin evening gown showing a resplendent amount of cleavage, and a diamond hand piercing. It was supposed to be a ring but, because of her non-individualized fingers, the manufacturer drilled a hole in the vicinity of her middle finger, which you rammed the plastic tee-spike underneath the diamond through.
ReplyDeleteMy Personal Barbie Issue has always been the skyscraper high heels. Why and how anyone could walk in those is beyond me and everyone else afraid of heights and lasting foot problems. But we see heels so much that we no longer see them as problems.
But the true tragedy here is tattoo Barbie's short bobbed haircut. How are little girls and little boys to while away the hours combing her long tresses? Humbug!
(By the way, really enjoying your blog! Discovered it today thanks to your spouse and my old-timey pal Fountain. Can't wait to see how "your blog" ends up!)
P.L. Frederick (Small & Big)
P.S. I'm sure your tattoo is very nice.
ReplyDeleteHello P.L. and welcome To Kid or Not to Kid! Happy you're here. I too had many Barbie dolls, but I can't remember which ones they were or what they looked like because they lived tragically short lives. My brother dismembered and decapitated them all. (Thanks Hayes). As for the heels, I know it isn't "healthy" but I live in the darn things. I'm 5'1 1/2" and I'll take all the extra height I can get. As for the hair... well, there isn't much left to comb, but I actually approve of the style. (More the cut than the color). As for my tattoo... it's alright. Nothing spectacular... nothing offensive. Pretty common these days. My brother takes the cake in the wacky tattoo dept. He has a receipt for milk tattooed on his arm from the corner grocery. I still don't get it.
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's for tax purposes. On the advice of Hayes' accountant.
ReplyDeleteYou must be a patient and calm being, for to suffer repeated Barbie decapitation and not kill your stupid brother. Excuse my foul language, I am upset.
Your Achievement of High Heels certainly deserves a gold star. (Seriously. Real gold.) I used to be taller than I am. Is it possible to acquire such an Achievement late in life?
I never really cared too much for the Barbie dolls. If he had touched my teddy bears, that would've been another story entirely. He did manage to get a hold of my stuffed Smurfette doll, which he proceeded to take with him to sleepaway camp and shoot through with arrows at the archery range. Then he sent it home in a box. I am far from patient and calm - and frankly, I'm surprised my brother is still alive too. No need to apologize for foul language around here. I swear like a truck driver... proudly.
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