I would like to add my “DUH” to Serenity’s “DUH”.
Serenity reminisces over the fun she had with her Barbie:
Barbies house burned down, she flew off a cliff, (couch), in her van after the brakes failed, she drowned in her pool, she recreated the hilarious (albeit painful) ski jump accident we all saw at the opening of every Wide World of Sports program and sometimes Barbie would have the shit beat out of her or get shoved down the stairs by Miss America Barbie, the dark haired competitor.
I dropped her out my bedroom window, (on the second floor), just to see what would happen. I popped her legs and arms off, dyed her hair, cut her hair, decapitated her and she was left with a lot of marks made from a black marker to resemble bruises from her various mishaps.
Exactly. That “wide world of sports” reference is such a generational milestone – You have to have been born at a certain time to have seen that ski-crash – 5 gazillion times. It was “the agony of defeat”. I still remember the music as that poor skier wiped out.
The fact that a study has been done, and that people seem baffled that little girls mutilate their Barbies, and these same people feel the need to psychoanalyze the behavior obsessively, can be put under the file heading: People Being Shocked That Little Girls Are Also Human And Not Just Sugar and Spice.
Who is shocked by this revelation?
Idiots, that’s who.
waaaaah. so funny. mutilating dolls has been a girlhood tradition thru the ages. my dolls were covered with marker. my mom (about to turn 83) told me that she once had a lovely doll named Flossie and she decapitated her and filled her head with tomato seeds.
I cut the hair on my Malibu Barbie, to give her a Mrs. Brady shag. It didn’t work.
Then my brother decided that she was the perfect shape to be a missle, so he shot her off the roof and broke her leg so badly that it couldn’t be reattached.
It was a long, hard road from Malibu Barbie to Bad-Hair Amputee Barbie.
No kidding. Any further “study” of this matter is retarded.
I suppose those of us who chewed on Barbie’s feet have some sort of deep-seeded fetish?
Um, you all chewed on Barbie’s feet, right? If not, neither did I.
curly – perhaps the foot-freak on the subway is your penance for what you did to your Barbie’s feet.
Yes, and my mullet in the 80s was payback for butchering my Cabbage Patch Doll’s hair. Apparently, my toys were my own voodoo dolls. What I did to them comes back to haunt me. Unfortunately, like Serenity, my dolls were involved in several fiery wrecks and other disfiguring accidents. Damn.
Somehow this has made me wonder if books like “Lord of the Flies” was written about Lost BOYS rather than a group of lost GIRLS because everytime the author thought of what it would be like when a group of girls got a society together, he would fall apart in dribbling horror “unimagineable!”
Well, that’s what happens whenever *I* think about it…
*shudder*
Girls mutilating Barbies isn’t normal? Oh, you mean like girls in school being mean and nasty doesn’t happen everywhere? PH! No need to analyze that.
I always made mine fall off my model horses…
Off Topic: I love how this blog has totally adopted “PH” as a complete expression of disgust.