Showing posts with label bratz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bratz. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

It was only a matter of time





















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.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Bratz... Not Okay


















Does anyone out there actually allow their children to play with these dolls? Presumably they must, because I think the sales of these things are through the roof.

Look, I may not know whether or not I do or don't want kids, but here's what I do know:

If we do have children, they will not be allowed to play with these dolls.

Anything that compels our prospective children to aspire to be hookers is simply not okay.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy wearing lipstick and heels, but I'm not 8 years old.

And is it just me, or are all of these things practically carbon copies of each other, with barely perceptible variations on skin, hair, and gloss color.

The fact that these things are called Bratz, (spelled with a z mind you), is an even bigger turnoff.

I'm gonna keep this one short and sweet. I frickin' HATE these things.