The Barbie Graveyard
At the back of my cupboard is a Barbie Graveyard. Its full of Barbies, Moxie Girls, Bratz and the like that have been gifted to my daughter by well-meaning people who don’t know they’re unwelcome additions to her toy boxes.
It’s a gut-feel thing for me. I can’t see how these heavily made-up dolls in their skimpy hooker clothing could possibly be a good thing for 5-year-old girls to play with. I don’t want my daughter having these as role models. They feel like really inappropriate playthings for children.
What will she learn from these overtly sexualised toys? From their tight mini-skirts, thigh-high boots and faces that look like they’ve been gang-banged by a box of crayolas. I’ve yet to watch any of the programmes that go along with the dolls (they too are unwelcome in our home) but they don’t look like the kind of girls who value being clever or courageous, adventurous or inventive. I want my daughter to value herself more. And I want her to have a healthy self-esteem and to feel beautiful regardless of what she is wearing and whether she has the latest hairstyle or fashion accessories.
And I’m not convinced when Mattel releases a “doctor Barbie” every few years – these companies do not have my daughter’s best interests at heart.
I don’t feel comfortable giving them to other little girls either. So, for now there’s a posse of popular bitchy girls at the back of my cupboard. Right where they belong.