Allow me to reveal what brought this Barbie-hate-a-thon about. Yesterday I went shopping again. Dragged to Target (see Walmart can relax for a change) I got what I needed and then Cressy announced her intention to peruse the toy aisles. We headed for her favorite aisle, which is presently the Barbie Doll aisle. While she was oohing and ahhing over Barbie in all her various incarnations, I was stuck holding the hand basket, which was getting heavier by the minute.
With nothing better to do, I looked at Barbies, too. So here's what I saw:
|This is Barbie the Baby Caregiver.|
|And this is Barbie the Baby Sitter.|
But wait, there were more exciting dolls to look upon. Cressy now knows who Justin Bieber is and she was looking at his doll, too.
|And hey, one of these actually sings. So you can|
be tortured on multiple levels. (I'd have been
impressed if they had used real fake hair instead
of a plastic hard hat hair.)
|See, I'm not just ragging on Mattel.|
And what kind of message is it that they put
the pirate right next to the horse riding girl?
So at this time I walked by this and it scared the crap out of me:
|They should call this My Little Creepy Pony.|
|And it had a creepy, little, Hannibal Lecter voice, too.|
|Well, it might not have really said it, but it was implied.|
|Chucky worked better than Jason because Chucky was a doll, too.|
Do you remember that they actually sold Chucky dolls? And people
say I'm demented. I didn't buy a Chucky doll. But I would have
bought the Bride of Chucky doll.