Ze Gud ol' Daes

In my childhood, I enjoyed playing with dolls. I had a few Barbie dolls. My father bought them for me. I never liked taking care of their hair. I never liked dressing them up, no, that’s just not my style. Instead, I change their names and devise a stupid dollhouse drama (Well, it wasn’t a dollhouse; it was more of a beach set. Complete with surf boards, skate boards etc.) starring my dolls (You know that kids do that all the time). I usually turn one of them into a boy or if I feel like it, a girl who is attracted to another girl (back then, I didn’t know the term to use) because I do not possess a Ken doll (And never wished to). And the games begin. You folks do not wanna know how far attraction can go in one of those stories *cringes*. Seriously, it can get dirty but it’s rather amusing to imagine a child’s icon being imperfect instead of the typical Mary Sue image the advertisements project, despite being a kid it already bugged me that they’re so perfect, unreal, and most of all… moral (Sometimes they engage in a cat fight… I make them).

It’s not the curvy bodies that bothered me. It was the fact that their breasts had no nipples and their-you-know-whats have a bunch of letter B’s and flowers on it instead of the standard--- line. And don’t even get me started with the feet. How come it’s always positioned that way? Well, it was to accommodate the shoes but it still looked weird to me.

Well, moving on, I hated combing their hair. I mean, why do I have to comb their hair? It’s not my fault that their hair is so long and difficult to maintain but I do like them sleeping beside me… and that messed their hair up even more ‘coz I move around when I sleep. But don’t get me wrong! I love my dolls! They’re cute, sexy, fun to play with, and I’m pretty sure they ain’t cheap. Besides, my father thinks I like ‘em… and I do… I asked him to purchase the dolls don’t I? That’s proof enough. But now you’re probably wondering the point of writing this blog entry. Well… nothing. I just remembered my Barbie dolls and thought about sharing my juvenile insights about them. So… any of you folks feel the same ‘bout your Barbie dolls?