Some of you played with dolls when you were a kid. I did. It was cool! I mean it.
Mine looked like this, if memory serves.
Guess I should have hung onto them.
My mom even built me a "Batcave" out of a cardboard box with a hole in the top and a pole that Batman and Robin would use to get to it. It was awesome. My friends thought it was pretty boss -- not available in stores!
Later on, for lads, "dolls" were renamed "action figures" somewhere in the mix. I never had a G.I. Joe doll with that mangy hairlike substance all over his head and face, but some friends did. G.I. Joe would not like being called a "doll," punks. By the time the little G.I. Joe plastic hairless numbers came out in the 1980's, they were "action figures" for sure. Alongside my Luke Skywalker and his Landspeeder.
My sister played with a ton of dolls. Baby dolls and Cabbage Patch Kids and what-not. I don't think she had Betsy Wetsy.
But she definitely had Barbie.
And the dream house and the pink Corvette. Multiple Barbies, including Malibu Barbie. And Skipper. And Ken.
My daughters did the Barbie thing as well. I will never forget staying up all night putting together hearing about how Santa put together the Barbie dream house one Christmas Eve. They spent years collecting and playing and scenario-scripting and, yeah, fighting over Barbies.
And there were Barbie books and toys and cartoons and TV shows.
But this... this is something else.
I'm bizarrely intrigued by this. I'm sure my daughters and sister will be even more so.
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