Amidst all of the admittedly important but usually depressing and rather over-reported news, here is something that is worth blogging about.
I must admit that I appreciate the ire directed at Barbie dolls. There’ll be none of that kind in my house, let me tell you. I had them growing up, and while I did have all the pampering accoutrements, usually they were getting driven around in army trucks or thrown at each other as missiles across the playroom. Or they rode My Little Ponies off the edges of steep cliffs. 🙂 That one was especially fun.
So while I know that Mattel isn’t producing American Girl dolls out of any altruistic longing for a less neurotic girlhood, I’m still glad to see this kind of toy available. The only thing that I find mildly disturbing is the presupposition that “innocence, playfulness, and imagination,” as the author puts it, are assumed to be limited to children. OK–so sometimes life stinks, and often it’s really hard, but that doesn’t mean that it’s a jaded from here on out. The ability to simply enjoy life and all that is has to offer doesn’t have to end with age, and it ought not vanish with the coming of experience.