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This article was published 6/2/2013 (1626 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
My daughter has immersed herself in the DD, long legs and blonde world.
Barbie’s world, that is.
I can see the appeal for her with Barbie. She’s pretty, has pretty clothes and really cute, impractical shoes. And everything is pink — her favourite colour.
For Christmas this year, I might have let it slip to a few people she liked Barbies and all of them got her something Barbie. She got four new Barbie dolls, two Ken male dolls, two horses, four sets of Ken outfits, one bathtub play set, one pink convertible and one Barbie kitchen set for her doll house — all from different relatives.
And although I noticed the relatives on both sides of the family held back and so did we, nearly all of them got her a Barbie or something for her Barbies, including us. A very lucky girl I have.
But that is an incredible amount of teeny tiny shoes to get lost in the couch, or swatted around by the cats, or for me to step on. Let me tell you, the hot pink high heels that go half way up the leg and have butterflies on the back of the heel look really cute but are killers on the feet — that is, when I’m tucking the monkey into bed and I step on them.
I like Barbie. Don’t get me wrong.
When I was a little girl, I had one Barbie — birthday Barbie. She was fun and I always wanted more, for some unexplainable reason. I was satisfied, however, by my neighbour’s collection — she really did have everything.
My daughter is that neighbour now. While she certainly doesn’t have everything, her collection would make me insanely jealous if I was six.
Luckily, though, I’m not six, and the monkey often invites me to play Barbies, so my inner child is sated.
I am astounded by all the tiny pieces. The kitchen set alone has two tiny sets of plates, cups, forks, knives, spoons, napkins, plus two chairs and a table. The cutlery has handles that fit over Barbie’s hands so I guess it looks authentic when she’s sitting at her dinner table.
Barbie is true-ish to her "Barbie I Can Be" motto, where Mattel tells you Barbie can be anything she wants. Just in really short or really tight clothing. And looking super duper gorgeous while doing all of those things.
If I ever see a "Barbie I Can Be the mother of a newborn," with messy hair and bags under her eyes and spit-up on the back of her hot pink bathrobe, I’m buying it.
My sister-in-law just got her the "Fashion Design" Barbie — an excellent idea for my daughter that loves to craft. Apparently there is no winter where this Barbie comes from as she came with four incey-wincey strapless or one-shoulder strap dresses.
The doll can’t bend over without you seeing her flesh coloured panties. If you can’t bend over without flashing your underwear, then it’s too short.
Whatever happened to the pink panties Barbie used to have painted on? At least you could tell then. I tried to convince the monkey that we should make this Barbie a sweater and some leggings so she won’t be cold.
The monkey laughed and said, "Don’t be silly, Mommy. She’s just a doll."
Kyla Henderson is a local freelance journalist, business owner and mommy. Her column runs every week in the Community News.