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Meeting My Dollppelganger: American Girl Mini Maryellen

Originally posted on mailbox mermaid:
“You’re returning from your blogging-hiatus-due-to-scholarly-pursuits by posting about a doll?” Well, you know, dear friends, that I am a girl of many facets. I haven’t thought about American Girl dolls in approximately twelve years. In my youth, I was obsessed with the AG catalogue, but those historical (and historically expensive) beauties were always beyond the reach of my family’s limited doll-buying budget. Instead, I spent my formative doll-play years enacting all sorts of magical escapades with Stardust Classic Dolls, a fantasy-inspired 18″ doll alternative (now defunct) that fit our wallets and my imagination a little better. It just so happened, though, that I stopped for dinner at a mall outside of Boston last week while returning home from the New England Aquarium…and what to my wondering eyes should appear but an American Girl store! Of course I, the girl who had never seen a real American Girl doll in the flesh (vinyl?) before, had to take a peek. I recognized many familiar favorites from my childhood catalogue-perusing days: Josefina,  Addy, Samantha, and Kaya all still look great…

Playing House: What Toys Taught Me That School Should Have

I sat at the bottom of the staircase as my brother finished making his sandwich in the kitchen. “I didn’t really know how to hold him. I kind of held him like a football, haha.” “I’ve actually known how to hold a baby since I was…about four. By the age of six I knew how to swaddle a baby, change a diaper, and feed/burp them.” “What’s a swaddle?”

Childhood Ponderings: Barbie

I’ve recently encountered quite a few little ladies that have expressed their dislike or their parent’s dislike of Barbie. The reason being, “Barbie sets an unrealistic and poor standard of beauty for young women.” It’s clear that the implication is that by playing with a barbie doll young girls will develop beauty standards that are impossible to live up to and therefore spiral into an adolescence of low self esteem. I don’t know about other women (and men), but I loved barbie. I was able to play with my dolls without analyzing their beauty and applying it to what I was supposed to grow into. Perhaps it’s because I was innocent and sheltered. Or it may have been that I understood the difference between fake and real. Playing with a plastic doll wasn’t something I would compare my human body to. I feel safe saying that I knew it was silly to compare my flesh and blood human body to a doll that was the reflection of someone’s imagination. These two factors (the opinion of young …