Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Dames or Dolls

Like most girls, I absolutely adore dresses, from cute sparkly bodycon fits to sweet flouncy pastels My sister has her first school formal coming up and I got pretty excited about it! I was jumping and shrieking, "Oh yay oh yay oh yay oh yay we're gonna have so much fun picking out the dress and the shoes and the make-up and the clutch and the jewellery isn’t this so great and marvellous and wonderful and-”

Yeap... I can be a bit of an embarrassment at times

But my sister pointed out that she was probably going to be more excited about the food FOOD?! Why! Who needs to eat food when they can click-clack everywhere in pointy heels and snap pictures of themselves until they go blind?!

And because I am the big sister helping her little sister out, I get to flip through glossy magazines and bookmark gorgeous prom dresses and check out the new cosmetics on the market and practise make-up styles all for a noble cause It’s great! My perfect excuse to pretend I’m having a formal night myself.

I am ready to go to my pretend prom!

Little sisters are great for those things. Anyone who doesn’t have one should go out right now and buy themselves a bucketful of little sisters. Or Barbies. The latter comes with a whole closet of frilly dresses and ovens and mini-Barbie kids and swimming pools and cars… I know right?

Speaking of Barbies, recently there was a guy who reconstructed the “normal” or “average” Barbie, based on the average size of a regular woman. Scroll down to take a look at this "average" Barbie.

Official Barbie and “average” Barbie

Side profile of official Barbie and “average” Barbie

I don’t know what all the fuss is about Barbie being a bad influence or being fat or skinny – Barbie is Barbie, stop hating on Barbie! How is she criticised so much for looking unrealistic? To begin with, she's not even real. And even so, what does looking realistic even entail? Two eyes two arms two legs? Either way, she can be fat or skinny or the media's “average”. She's still gorgeous, still one of the most-loved childhood companions (mine, at least), and still functions as a universal symbol of little girls' playtime. Why do we need to dictate what playtime looks like?