Barbie's off boozin' with the Bratz Pack
Anthonette Klinkerman
Yourhub.com
December 16, 2007
I'm reeling. For the second time in a month I have
had to call ToysRUs to complain about a doll that
appears to be promoting alcohol. First, it was the Bratz
Movie Party Bus with its tiny cocktail glasses and
blender, marketed to 6 year olds and up. As if that
weren't asinine enough, my students told me that the
dolls are so out of proportion you have to take off
their feet to change their trampy little outfits.
This time it's the Barbie Party Plane & Ship 2-in-1
Playset with its miniature pink martini glasses,
complete with garnish hanging over the sides. This one
is actually marketed to 3 year olds and up. You read
that correctly. I'm fairly certain I don't even want to
know what is aboard the Barbie Party Bus that "features
lots of fun accessories", also "ages 3 and up."
I am completely sickened at this ridiculous
glorification of movie star glamor and of "partying"
that is being aimed right at our nation's little girls.
The message screams, "If you're not famous for doing
zilch, not dressed like a sleaze, and don't have
cocktails at the ready, your life is boring. Poor you."
And if you don't think this message is getting through,
I've got news for you: middle schoolers being
intoxicated on school grounds does happen. Dress code
battles rage on year after year. Teens do get pregnant.
Teens do die of overdoses.
Here's another news flash, but for these moron toy
makers: not every little girl aspires to be the next
American Idol. Shocker, I know. Even though Barbie's
proportions scarred me for life, she at least tried her
hand at being a veterinarian and some other careers that
required functioning gray matter. However, she promptly
dipped her deformed feet into the political arena, sharp
little red suit, flouncy, star-spangled blue ball gown
and all.
I guess I could sue Mattel for now having hang-ups about
my proportions, but then real potatoes would go after
the PotatoHeads, dump trucks would accuse Tonka of
steroid use... it would be a mess.
I count myself fortunate that my daughter prefers
hanging out at the Denver Museum of Nature and Science.
She has no clue what a Disney Princess is, and I
wouldn't have it any other way.
She and two other girls at the museum the other day
played for 30 minutes straight that they were flying the
Space Shuttle. I had to remark to Mr. K that the odds
against this scenario, even as 2007 winds down, are
still stacked against it.
One look at the toy advertisements makes it pretty clear
as to why.
