Oh, it is just what I wanted
My guess is everybody else in the world was already aware of this, but I just found out that I finally got something I wanted this year for Xmas. And not a moment too soon as far as I am concerned, Bratz dolls are no more.
Now I have to admit, this has been a troublesome issue for me. On the one hand, I hated those little trampy dolls. On the other hand, as I have had discussions with other people, people that seem to have a hatred almost as deep for Barbie, it got me thinking. At first I never understood how anybody could allow their daugher to own these little tramps. But, when I was on the other side of the argument with people that made the same or similar arguments against Barbie, I realized how it really came down to a level of threshholds. (Though you will never convince me that Barbie, which at least has “careers” and the such are as bad as these Bratz that instill no values what-so-ever, but again, purely a point of view).
Lately, it has gotten a bit tougher with LatteGirl as well. She couldn’t uderstand our ban on the dolls, and while she accepted that she wasn’t allowed to have them, she was quick to point out that other friends of hers do have them, and that they “aren’t so bad,” and how disappointed she was that she could not have them.
I tried to counter with High School Musical figures, Kim Possible dolls (she can do anything), and even went the route of American Girl Dolls. While she likes all of them, she still was a bit bent on this issue. Now (well at least once this Xmas passes), the issue will be no more, and I must admit I am quite happy about it.
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Just last week, I had to explain to Doug what Bratz dolls are and why they are controversial. “But they’re gone now?” “As of 2009 they are.” “Good. I don’t have to add them to my things to worry about list.”
Not having girls Bratz was unlikely to be an issue, but I was very much against them and glad to see them gone.
Bratz, I guess the name says it all. Those dolls were the stiff incarnation of far too many girls I see in class, on the street, in the store not reaching for them any more.
If the idea of a doll is to have something to care for and to interact with in quiet moments, then why not have a doll that looks like mommy and big sister? Not everyone can relate to the saccharine sweetness of the American Girls dolls, with their wholesome accompanying books, or even Barbies with their implicit message of perfection to be attained. A doll, I think what counts is how the girl interacts with it, and not its tattoos or outfits.
I also think that Bratz crossed a line that Barbie didn’t. They weren’t allowed here either.