I was perusing the aisles of Target this morning, as I spend half of my life doing. Half ignoring the pleas of the Mini wanting me to hand over every last thing for him to “look at,” half trying to shop for something specific. And that’s when I noticed something that stopped me dead in my tracks:
And I immediately got so ever loving pissed off!
I mean, seriously? SERIOUSLY? I don’t mind that they’re re-releasing all of my childhood dolls. It’s bound to happen. I’m sure it happened to my parents, and this is just a part of adulthood. Everything from fashion to toys, even cars are recycled into something newer and more modern. But do they really need to “whoreify” my childhood like this? It’s such bastardization. Remember how cute and innocent Rainbow Brite used to look?
I first noticed this whole thing when they brought Strawberry Shortcake back:
And it doesn’t stop there. My Little Ponies look sluttier. What’s next? Popples? Making My Buddy look like a pimp, and his Kid Sister looking like a stripper? Why must we feel the need to make these dolls look so provocative? Why are we forcing these little girls to grow faster and lose their innocence? Having a daughter sort of amplifies this need to keep her locked in a bubble of innocence for as long as I can. She’s going to grow up fast enough. Dolls are supposed to spark imagination, and engage a child in imaginative play, and they seem to be leaving little to the imagination.
If I could, I would invest a pretty penny into collecting the original vintage versions of my childhood favorites, but the price of that stuff is insane. Instead, I hope that she’s into more innocent things like, stuffed unicorns and American Girl Dolls. Although, I suspect it won’t be long before they get a less than wholesome makeover, too.