I have her on the brain because my little assistant is receiving Barbie clones merchandised by the Disney Company, such as the Pantheon of Princesses (Snow White, Belle et.al see post below) for presents now, and a Barbie ballerina is slipped in now and then AND SHE'S 4.
You know how I feel about the sexualizing of children, and especially girl children. Not a healthy idea.
By the way, does anybody know who Simone de Bouvoir is? (author of "The Second Sex" which basically started Feminism) Where is the Simone de Bouvoir doll? It could have a turban and a really short, ugly male doll named Sartre.
AND on top of this, I watched Toystory 1, 2, AND 3 this weekend.
Toy Overload. Wasn't the second movie a riot how they portrayed collectors? MIB much.
Tell me did it make you cry when the children grew up? (Bathos or pathos?) My head is spinning with the stimuli and I loved the sassy portrayal of Barbie and Ken.
So, I am trying to figure out when to get My Little Assistant a Barbie house as her friends are getting them now and she wants one.
I made her a miniature 1:12 scale replica of her own house before she was born. Here she is at 2 trying to fit a double bed through a bedroom window.
The first time she saw a little wooden Strombecker couch, at age one, she put it under her diapered bottom and sat on it. It disappeared under her. She knew what it was but hadn't developed cognitive spacial relationships yet. That taught me a lesson. Nothing fragile or sharp here.
Going in reverse from miniature to big.
But please do not show her this post about Doimo Cityline children's furniture from Italy for real girls.
Introduced to America in the past 5 years it is still hard to find. http://www.doimocityline.com/ (go here to see all their childrens' rooms products).
Made in collaboration with the Mattel Company it celebrates Barbie's 50th year...
Talk about confusion. "Am I a Princess or a Barbie?" these girls must be asking themselves.
So I guess you can do all Waldorf toys all the time, but you will have to have security like an airport at your kid's birthday party to keep Barbie from slipping in.
Hmmm, what to do. C