And that just sums it up. I mean, doesn't it just? The thing both horrified and fascinated me. There has been a well-documented history of little girls torturing their barbie dolls, but this girl was already done for. For those of you who don't remember, this was just a big, life-sized Barbie head, sitting there in front of you, and you got to do her hair and makeup. Decapitated on a platter like that guy in the Bible story, and now she was going to look pretty!
Oh yeah, it was my cousin. And I never ever would have gotten a barbie as a present. Eveything was like that. She had straight blond hair, I was messy brunette. She had a pinball machine and ping-pong in her basement, wherease I had ghosts in my basement. (this was my grandparents house: http://chathamhistory.org/archivehouses1l.html)
In a way, I still really want one, and in another way, it just reminds me of the Tower of London, where I nearly threw up and passed out as a kid when I saw the place where they chopped of the heads of those poor prisoners.
I'm finishing up those last minute holiday gifts for my kids, and now I'm thinking I could probably find a toy guillotine online somewhere. Don't you think my kids would just love that, and then their friends would be the ones who are jealous and traumatized!
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